Pretend This didn't Happen

Cringe

Climbing onto the stage, Gary took a seat with a double necked guitar and adjusted the microphone. The uncomfortable pains shooting through his right leg made even sitting unbearable at times, as pain coursed through his body, Gary kept in mind that the show must go on. Either way these entities that wanted him dead were going to get their wish. Gary had to keep it together, feeling his end ever closer than he'd ever known, sweat beads ran, streaming down his face faster than he could keep up with, his heart thumped inside his chest so loudly it was all he could hear. Gary closed his eyes and silence overtook him as his fingers danced among the neck of the guitar being accompanied by The Band and the other instruments and voices singing.

The doors to lounge flew open as a stretcher was brought to haul Gary's limp body, now laying curled beside the chair he was sitting on. Andrea was franticly performing CPR on her husband until the medics arrived. Strapped to the stretcher, Gary was removed from the premises and loaded into the ambulance which soon disappeared, Gary barely conscious and not knowing at all what was taking place.

Rounding the next turn on the highway, the ambulance driver was also lost. This was no longer the route travelled many times before. The vehicle was hanging in a state of suspended animation. Lightening flashed all around, fires were sprouting all around, the sound of thunder boomed through the state of paralysis shaking all awareness. All were going to die and there was nothing that could be done. This shouldn't be happening. At least not this way, yet this was not one of the decisions Gary was able to do anything about. Gary let go and shit his pants.

Jackson made his guitar cry screams of agony while running through the notes along the whole neck and bending the strings with periodic picking. There was only one thing left to do as Margo began to beat the floor toms, lift the lid off the place and start singing to the universe for help, opening the portal once more to see feather and leather beings cringe at what they'd allow to happen while fighting amongst themselves.

Metals were their revenge and they knew with all absolution that it was because of and by their own creation that these events that they were powerless to fix would be the eventual destruction. Or could it be the creation of something even more beautiful? Eight strings of pure heavenly notes helped to sway the decision of these arch nemesis entities to stop with the power struggle and work together to achieve something rather than having a jealous treason for their neighbor's belongings, destroying all for everyone involved.