Keith sat behind the curtain at the Leaky Cauldron. He took a sip of butterbeer. He yawned. Was this stage fright? Everyone complained about it (well most everyone anyway) but he didn't even feel a tingling of nervousness or even anxiety, much less straight up fear. He shrugged. Maybe he was just better than everyone else. Yeah, that fit.
He checked his guitar one last time. The blue and white electric guitar was now possibly his most sacred possession and was by far the coolest thing Keith had ever owned (much better than that cursed watch he was currently carrying in his pocket). The tuning knobs adjusted not only the tune of the instrument, but the actual sound of it - his parents had called it a magical keyboard, able to mimc sounds from other instruments. Theoretically, Keith could play a song with multiple instruments all by himself, though he was a long way from that. Instead, Keith would be playing straight up guitar, the owner of the bar enchanting several instruments to play with him. He grinned as someone motioned to head onto the stage. It was his time.
As he stepped out from behind the curtain, he continued to wonder where the stage fright was. Would it...
Oh.
Wait.
There it was.
Keith nearly doubled over as he looked out into the crowd. The weather outside was horrible, and happy hour was fast approaching, and the pub was packed. He gulped. Someone began to laugh. Another cat called. Something about a midget on the stage.
Keith's face locked into intense determination. Midget? They had crossed the line. Prepare to be rocked, motherf**kers. Forcing the bile in his throat back down, he twisted the knobs on the end of the guitar. He grinned. Synthesizer.
The next few minutes was Keith playing a muggle song commonly known as Baba O Reilly, or Teenage Wasteland.
by Keith Nicholas Sat May 01, 2010 1:00 pm