Omar Quaalude
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The shining lights above the stage beamed down on him and his band, The Drats. His veiny hands were gripped around his hot red electric guitar as his sultry gaze drifted up to the crowd that screamed his name, his lips parting with ease as his fingers began to strum the strings to his guitar, a fiery and electric roar shocking through the club as he grinned smugly.
His head tilted back in ecstasy as he sighed deeply, beginning to play his first song as the crowd howled with excitement.