Title: Silver Strings
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Personal work.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Hyde gets ready…
Note: For drops_of_colour. It doesn’t really feel complete, yet, but I can’t think what else to do with it.Seems my writing muses have taken off to Tahiti again.

He straps the guitar over his shoulder and it ralls to press against his hip. Metal bits glints with reflected light that somehow sneaks through the prevailing darkness.

Fingers wait in readiness, anticipating their cue to hit the silver strings.

His breath comes in slow, shallow mouthfuls as the anticipation builds. He can hear the crowd chanting his name, calling to him to come out. They are a living, breathing mass. A single-minded creature focused on swallowing him whole; and here he is ready to throw himself into the maw of the beast.

The moment comes. Lights flash in blindingly with burning intensity and he makes his attack. Rough strokes are delivered upon his weapon as he attempts to tame the monster before him and his body is soon coated with a fine sheen of sweat.

Seconds later, the drums and bass join in. The song, and the concert, has begun.