The audience in silence in a charged atmosphere, both vice and much smoke spiraling into each lung. The hand on the arm of a guitar look tired and empty background on the speakers. He had promised to leave no more. No return to play those songs anymore, but the crowd in this bar does not understand. It is always the same bar, always the same song. Quietly slips his hands down the ropes and puts one foot on the distortion pedal, causing a popping sound and annoying. Suffering from these bastards! At least not that I have cried over this guitar trying to leave behind as your memory wanders between chords. Again. 'Let the show begins. "
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