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Alex the Angel
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Owen swore to himself as he once again hit the wrong note. It had been over five years since he last picked up a guitar, and a great deal of his skills had been lost since then. He could play riffs and power chords, those were no trouble at all. But trying to jump to a two hundred and fifty beat-per-minute solo after not doing one for such a long time tends to create quite a few crucial mistakes, the worst being his timing and speed. Maybe I'm only fit to be a rhythm guitarist... or a lead vocalist. He thought.
He sighed and started over, the college recreation room echoing loudly with the guitar squeals and riffs he produced.
He sighed and started over, the college recreation room echoing loudly with the guitar squeals and riffs he produced.