A dramatic guitar chord echoed through the street. One could debate whether it diffused the tension or heightened it, but the sight of the portly, balding man holding the guitar definitely took away from some of the gravity of the confrontation.
That was before he started singing.
"The lights have lost their power We're in the darkest hour And the only light to guide us is the stars
There's no cause in your fear If we all play by ear It's better to enjoy a guitar
Yeah, it's better not to get put 'hind bars
Allllllright that oughta do it."
He gave one last chord for emphasis, before taking a second to glance between the thugs and the girl. Honestly, he was glad the guys with knives were too surprised by something (telekinetic force, random musical numbers, who can say which) to attack him before he could finish. Now that his music put a blanket of invulnerability over the area, no one posed a real threat to anyone right now. Hopefully.
Clearing his throat, he shrugged his guitar over his shoulder to let it hang from its strap. "C'mon, let's put all those knives and stuff away, folks, yeah?"
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That was before he started singing.
"The lights have lost their power
We're in the darkest hour
And the only light to guide us is the stars
There's no cause in your fear
If we all play by ear
It's better to enjoy a guitar
Yeah, it's better not to get put 'hind bars
Allllllright that oughta do it."
He gave one last chord for emphasis, before taking a second to glance between the thugs and the girl. Honestly, he was glad the guys with knives were too surprised by something (telekinetic force, random musical numbers, who can say which) to attack him before he could finish. Now that his music put a blanket of invulnerability over the area, no one posed a real threat to anyone right now. Hopefully.
Clearing his throat, he shrugged his guitar over his shoulder to let it hang from its strap. "C'mon, let's put all those knives and stuff away, folks, yeah?"