so far what i have for the band au:
The trill of fingers dancing across the neck of the guitar captured the crowd’s eyes, captivated the listeners ears in an instant. Keith saw the grin. The man on stage knew exactly what he was doing. That confidence made Keith smile, eyes taking in the form of the man who was pouring his heart through his fingers, touching all that was near, all that was within ear-shot. The man’s back arched as he drilled in his passion into the listeners, ignoring the head-banging, ignoring the hands waving in the air.
Keith found his hand tapping along to the beat, finding sure notes and finding sure melodies. He found the tempo, he found the rhythm. Seeing the man up there made his fingers itch. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t see the man’s eyes. It didn’t matter he couldn’t see what the man’s real face looked like, hidden behind a cat like mask with intricate blue markings, of what, Keith wasn’t sure. Keith felt the song change more than he heard it. Mellow, his pulse calmed down. He felt like he could breathe, like the guitar wasn’t suffocating him. A repetition of cords soothed him.
A soft voice destroyed him. “I feel it everyday, it’s all the same. It brings me down, but I’m the one to blame.” It was a pure electric guitar and vocal cover. Keith knew this song from the bottom of his heart. His fingers ached. He mouthed the words.