March 17th, 2008 at 04:47pm
Abosolutely fucking amazing.
I cannot believe there is no comments for this.
Her fingers clawed up and down the fret board in perfect rhythm, her body swaying in time to the notes pouring from beneath calloused fingertips.
From the very first LINE it drew my attention in. Using the word 'clawed' there fit to me as in how engrossed she was in the music.
Immediately the guitar commanded her hands to race, to spin, to strum, to play. She was lost in the guitar’s music, the notes bursting from the strings faster than her fingers could play them. Heads turned, all five men were staring at her fingers as the manipulated the guitar into riffs unheard and chords that soared with the angels.
Poetry, pure poetry.
Thank you so much!
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