World Fastest Guitar Championships 1998

[oh_wowee]

It was a hot summer day in southern California, Anaheim to be exact, the proud host of the World Championships of Speed Guitar.

It had been a month since Toki had met his competition. In his mind, his only competition. And he wasn't nearly as frightened of the older guitarist as he had been, but he still had been practicing practically nonstop over

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[dats_dildoes]

To be fair, Skwisgaar had almost entirely forgotten his encounter with the younger guitarist. Not completely of course, but almost so. Twenty three and he already had a brain like a seive.

He smirked faintly as the brunette passed him by, leaning back in his own seat to watch. This could prove to be interesting.

[oh_wowee]

Toki's eyes fell on Skwisgaar as he passed the blonde to get to the center of the stage, and he licked his lips, holding his breath for a moment.

Just plays. Shows him you means business.

And he started playing. It was all form, function, technical and fast. So fast, in fact, that at least two of the judges raised their brows and started writing on their notepads.

It made the audience cheer when he started doing a rendition of one of Skwisgaar's old songs, only double-timed.

Hey, he knew how to play dirty.

[dats_dildoes]

There was glowering, a lot of glowering, in fact the dark scribble over Skwisgaar's head was almost visible to other people.

This, of course, meant war.

[oh_wowee]

Toki was full of smug just at the moment, while he threw himself further into the solo, tongue sticking out the side of his lips as he concentrated and pulled off the solo before finishing, and huffing out a sigh of relief once he was finished.

The crowd roared, he shot an entirely 'bring it' expression towards the Swede, and he took a seat.