Ever since he could muster up enough strength to hold a guitar, Emeric has never stopped strumming away at it everyday. His dad often said a lot of times how Emeric would write his own little songs about the little misfortunes of a 7 year old's life like himself back then as well. He even wrote a diss track when his mom forgot to pick him up at school one day. That was one of the stories he told countless of times because interviewers loved asking about it, and he didn't mind digging up that story. Plus, it could be easily considered as the start of his career ( on Vine ).

Now, Emeric was on stage, loud and proud as he looked to his audience and clapped his hands above his head, a bright crimson guitar : the Gibson ES-350T.

Even at the sound check where he sang R&B songs ( arguably one of the best genres for his voice ), the fans were going insane. Emeric's voice was just a perfect mix of soft and raspy deepness ; like it had a story to tell.

Still, Emeric looked for you in the crowds, eyes scanning through every person he could see until he found you. A gentle smile crept up on his face, knowing the person he was singing for was right here.

"HmMmnMn."

Emeric hummed, fingers plucking the strings of the guitar expertly.