/snoot/ - Fang electric guitar

from /snoot/ Sunday - Sharing Is Caring Edition
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>Anon is currently on the auditorium stage holding a laptop connected to various speakers, Fang's electric guitar's strap currently hung around his neck as it hangs by his hip, but judging by the hopeless look on his face you would have mistaken the strap for his noose.
>Sitting in the audience are the three members of the school band VVurm Drama.
>Trish stands up straight infront of the stage, a cocky and malicious look on her face as she stares at Anon.
>Doing the same is minus the glare is Fang and Reed, instead looking on curiously.
>The cocky trigger's grin deepens.
>"C'mon Anon! Aren't you going to play? Or were you talking out your ass?"
>Anon gulps, remarking to the words he said the day earlier that sealed his current fate. "I only know one song on the guitar and I can play it pretty damn well!'
>He probably shouldn't have said it so assuredly to the one person that would have taken him up on the bet.
>Fang rolls her eyes at Trish's remarks and gives Anon a sympathetic look.
>"Anon, just cancel the bet."
>Before he can respond to his cute ptero gf, Trish immediately begins to whine.
>"Nope! Skinnie already shook on it! If he wasn't so sure about being able to play this one song of his he shouldn't shaken his hand!"
>That was true... he did shake on it. And Anon Y. Mous always honors his shakes.
>Fang lets out a sigh and folds her arms as Anon looked for the non-guitar version of the song he was going to play, praying that it didn't exist so he could call the bet off from technicality.
>"Hurry up Anon! Lunch is ten minutes from ending and I want my damn money."
>"Calm your fat tits trigga! I'm trying to find the right version!"
>Trish's brow furrowed angrily, but surprisingly she keeps her mouth shut.
>As Anon looked back, he found the right video, muttering curses under his breath as he realized he wasn't getting out of this one.
>He hits play on the laptop before putting it down, taking a deep breath as the bandmembers of VVurm Drama lean in closer.
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>As the initial couple of seconds of silence plays, Anon's mind races to reach out the the familiarity of his summer hours spent messing around at a certain guitar shop in rock bottom, trying for days upon days to play this ONE song that he simply heard from a game he played at the age of 13.
>He settles his hands on the strings, his fingers pressing a certain chord on pure instinct.
>Suddenly he didn't seem to regret taking this bet anymore.
>He actually felt a little... confident for once.
>Sound erupts from the speakers, and realization hits Anon that his hands are moving on their own.
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>Music is pounding in Anon's ears.
>Trish's giant purple ass is flying across the auditorium.
>Fang is holding onto the seat infront of her, her claws opening wide gashes into the red cushioning.
>Reed is sitting straight up for once in his life, his glasses now completely off his face, he actually almost looks sober from how wide his eyes were.
>Anon continues to play, putting every ounce of energy into playing what he thought was the greatest guitar song of all time.
>Anon didn't really know what exactly what was happening.
>But all he know was that he was
>Utterly
>Fucking
>Shredding
>A solid 3 minutes later, Anon's hands stop, the last echoes of the guitar playing out into the auditorium as the song ends.
>The next thing Anon knows is Fang holding his hand and back as he heaves over a trash can, 3 extra 20s in his wallet, all the while Fang enthusiastically squawks about about something he can't hear over his heart pounding in his ears.
>He takes a swig from a waterbottle his girlfriend gave him, before looking back to said girlfriend smiling at him, her tail wagging wildly.
>"W-what was that Fang?" he mutters, taking deep breaths inbetween gulps of water.
>"Were you not listening?"
>"No. My head feels like a fucking drum."
>Her grin doesn't fade a single bit.
>"You HAVE GOT to be our back up guitarist."