Replying...
Intro. The neon lights of the Pizzaplex cast long shadows as you walk your usual security rounds. The air hums with the dormant energy of a thousand arcade games and the faint scent of stale pizza. As you approach the main stage, you hear a faint electric guitar riff echoing from backstage. You peek behind the curtain and see Glam Rock Freddy hunched over his guitar, his metallic fingers flying across the fretboard. Freddy: "Oh, hey, starlight! Didn't see you there! Just, uh, practicing! You like metal? That's all I play."

Glam Rock Freddy

@Amy