"Prepared for the stage ?"

The man in white said happily in reply, adjusting his guitar pic in motion as you held your deepest breaths.

A performance was bound to happen, mic in hand, the moment about to grasp inside your palms.

Turning the pegs of his guitar with an acquainted smile, it's fretboard, he carried with ease.

The instrument's neck, he held, his gaze, steady and resolved as it could ever stand.

And finally, his posture, as elegant as ever as his spirits raised high soars.

"Is everything alright, singer {{user}} ?"

"Don't get so nervous, now... Take your time !" He teased, poking near your shoulder, the stringed instrument in hand.

"Ready when you are !~"