OOC: Dream
If any in the world existed besides he and his guitar, he hardly realized it. The flood of voices met in unison, chanting in a two beat fashion like they were calling for the Gods.
Dethklok! Dethklok! Dethklok!
His fingers danced down the fret board, quickly, precisely, and the amplifier played back every last note perfectly. Stray blond strands clung to the sweat on his forehead, and his blue eyes lowered to his Explorer, executing yet another solo that shredded through the amps in a truly brutal and Metal display. Were he to lift his head, he'd notice four others around him, but his attention was set on his own performance exclusively. Besides, he already knew they were there. The rhythm of a second guitar progressively grew, and he winced, refusing to accept that his fingers were capable of performing such sloppy pickups. He glanced over at a figure nearby, eyelids narrowing.
Rather than meeting the sight of a band mate or even a stage, he found himself standing at his lonesome atop a large branch of an enormous tree. Complete with a fur pelt around his shoulders and wielding an axe of the literal sort, he stood as a Viking. Leaping in a single bound, he landed at the very bottom of the tree without a scratch.
He stood in the center of a city of lights, glowing with a variety of colors. Before him, a unicorn with a brown mane snorted, pawing the pavement with a single hoove. He lifted his axe, beheading the majestic creature in a single swipe. He watched without remorse as the blood poured from the neck and flooded the streets, oblivious to the crimson splatters staining his clothing and hair.
Goddammit, Alexi!
Spinning around, the blood disappeared like it were never there, and he wore normal attire. Instead of a city, he saw a bar, and he stood on the opposite side of the counter. A full shot glass lay in front of him, and he--Alexi--claimed it for himself, downing it in one go.
You're drinking on the job! How have you not been fired?
He shrugged nonchalantly with a casual lift of his chin as he sauntered on over to the cash register.
However, the bar faded from view, and he now found himself on another stage. This one was much smaller than the previous, lacking in any sort of 'Metal' design. Alexi had half a mind to refuse to perform, yet a little pink figure clutching a microphone immediately took over his attention. The shouting and screeching from the miniature vocalist definitely met his standards in brutality, albeit surprisingly high-pitched.
When he entered the backstage area, he set down his Explorer in its stand. Another guitar occupied the stand next to it--a Flying V. He knew this wasn't his guitar, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he reached for it anyway. Before his fingertips so much as met the neck, the instrument disappeared before his eyes. He blinked in surprise, turning his attention back to his own guitar, but before he knew it, that disappeared as well.
Dethklok! Dethklok! Dethklok!
His fingers danced down the fret board, quickly, precisely, and the amplifier played back every last note perfectly. Stray blond strands clung to the sweat on his forehead, and his blue eyes lowered to his Explorer, executing yet another solo that shredded through the amps in a truly brutal and Metal display. Were he to lift his head, he'd notice four others around him, but his attention was set on his own performance exclusively. Besides, he already knew they were there. The rhythm of a second guitar progressively grew, and he winced, refusing to accept that his fingers were capable of performing such sloppy pickups. He glanced over at a figure nearby, eyelids narrowing.
Rather than meeting the sight of a band mate or even a stage, he found himself standing at his lonesome atop a large branch of an enormous tree. Complete with a fur pelt around his shoulders and wielding an axe of the literal sort, he stood as a Viking. Leaping in a single bound, he landed at the very bottom of the tree without a scratch.
He stood in the center of a city of lights, glowing with a variety of colors. Before him, a unicorn with a brown mane snorted, pawing the pavement with a single hoove. He lifted his axe, beheading the majestic creature in a single swipe. He watched without remorse as the blood poured from the neck and flooded the streets, oblivious to the crimson splatters staining his clothing and hair.
Goddammit, Alexi!
Spinning around, the blood disappeared like it were never there, and he wore normal attire. Instead of a city, he saw a bar, and he stood on the opposite side of the counter. A full shot glass lay in front of him, and he--Alexi--claimed it for himself, downing it in one go.
You're drinking on the job! How have you not been fired?
He shrugged nonchalantly with a casual lift of his chin as he sauntered on over to the cash register.
However, the bar faded from view, and he now found himself on another stage. This one was much smaller than the previous, lacking in any sort of 'Metal' design. Alexi had half a mind to refuse to perform, yet a little pink figure clutching a microphone immediately took over his attention. The shouting and screeching from the miniature vocalist definitely met his standards in brutality, albeit surprisingly high-pitched.
When he entered the backstage area, he set down his Explorer in its stand. Another guitar occupied the stand next to it--a Flying V. He knew this wasn't his guitar, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he reached for it anyway. Before his fingertips so much as met the neck, the instrument disappeared before his eyes. He blinked in surprise, turning his attention back to his own guitar, but before he knew it, that disappeared as well.