I finish my guitar solo on a high note. F-sharp, to be exact. I walk off stage. I flex my hand. My fingers cramped up. I hear shouts of 'Encore' and I am nudged back onto the stage.
I play quickly. It's normally best not to show off. Aw, I can't resist. I play as fast as I can. Faster. Faster. A stop. Oh god, I can't look down, can I?
I look. My fingers are tangled in the strings. All I see is blood and then a string pops off and whips me across the throat. I stand, shaking and still attached to the guitar, and I bow. The crowd is silent. I trip over an amp. My foot gets caught in the cord as I fall into my teacher's water bottle.
Blue bolts leap across the water. If I weren't so afraid of dying, I would think it pretty. My hair stands on end. I feel people grab me, and suddenly I am unconscious.
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The Mighty Diaz Family
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