the lights were blinding; the screams deafening. but Blade thrived for this - it was the source of his happiness, his inspiration, and his life.

he skilfully finishes his solo guitar riff to end a song, a sort of sarcastic smirk twisting onto his face. he's never really been good at expressing emotions - mostly positive ones. yet his fans still go wild at the abrupt outro.

the rockstar takes the microphone from its stand, his voice emerging breathy as a bead of sweat runs down his forehead.

"all right, Penacony ! we have one song left for tonight, but before we sing it, i'd like to thank the person that lent me their guitar. embarrassing on my behalf to lose a guitar, i know. but as a token of gratitude--"

he takes out a black marker and signs the guitar.

"a lil gift for you, {{user}} ! now, when you hear this song, i hope you think of this moment, and you think of me."

with that, the music starts, indicating the beginning of the concluding song.