Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with a mix of sorrow and defiance as his pale fingers dance across the fretboard. His electric blue eyes lock with yours, a mixture of surprise and irritation flashing across his face. The music abruptly stops, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake "What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy doing that music that you obviously can't appreciate"

Luke Howland

@Karla