Passion to Play

[Lochie_old]

They say he abducted, they say he ran away. Others believe he is still alive, most believe he made a pact with a devil, and on one of the most important nights of his life, Lucifer finally came to claim his part of the bargain, it’s even rumoured he turned into a werewolf. Modern science pointed the finger at Marfan’s Syndrome, that would explain his freakishly large fingers and his giant figure, but not many actually know the real way he died.

 

Prologue – 1964

 

The singer marches on dressed in tight leather pants and a fake fur vest, the drummers long hair brushes over the drum skin as he bends down to pick up his sticks, the bassist plugs into the amplifier, and a tall kid with long fingers walks onto stage with a weird abomination of what looks like a Stratocaster tests his pedals. The crowd don’t really care who they are; the bar is full of mostly blues fans. The singer introduces them as the “Star Blitzkrieg” and the drummer counts them into the first song. The guitar player is on fire; he sways to the music and works himself into a sweat. The crowd is in awe, who is this kid? It’s as if they were hit by an acid trip all of a sudden, his killer knowledge of the blues combined with his attitude turns the crowd into a giant frenzy. They scream, they yell. And then it happens; the bass player’s amp explodes, overheated as someone had forgot to put it on “stand-by.” The crowd shriek, as the band runs off the stage the guitarist stays on, he is warped by the music as the fire builds up behind him, eating the drum kit alive. Someone from the crowd grabs a fire extinguisher and charges the stage, but two rafters fall, blocking anyone from putting out the fire on stage. But for some reason, no one seems to care. The guitar player’s style is amazing, the crowd are brought back from the acid trip of his skill when all the windows explode, and they start to panic. They run. The singer is worried, he picks up a beer bottle and throws it at the guitar player, he would never stop the music.

 

”Oi, stop playing buddy or your gonna die!” He yells hastily.

 

The guitar player just turns around and looks at him, more rafters fall, the roof is giving way. The singer will never forget the look he was given. The drummer starts throwing away flaming wreckage trying to save the guitarist, the singer grabs him.

 

”No.” He looks at the drummer, he understands. They leave the building; by now the crowd is outside, they can still hear the blues being played. They will never forget it, but no one except for the crowd there, at the bar will be blessed with hearing this music. As the roof finally gives way, they are grateful it is over. But it has only just begun, they can hear laughter, and then suddenly lightning strikes, the laugher becomes deeper and louder. No one will ever believe the sight the crowd and the band members witnessed, but all you will ever hear is “Satan came to claim his part of the deal.” The guitarist walks out of the wreckage, on fire. Finishes his solo. Takes his bow and then smashes his guitar. He vanishes into thin air.

 

They say that the guitarist still haunts the old Blues bar; you can hear his laughter some nights if you listen closely, many choose not to believe it, but they can never explain the music that is heard at exactly 11:16 p.m. and finishes at 11:21 p.m. when the bar finally burnt down.