[Pickles feels his heart rate pick up, BPM equilibrium against the furious reverberating beat. The solo is his favorite, a thunderous declaration of his own brutality and a desperate attempt to beckon spirits as brutal as his to him. If he can play just a little faster, if he can play just a little harder, if --
Someone climbs the stage, and Pickles fumbles. It feels like the worst blue balls in his life, and he glares at the encroacher -- and the memories chucked into the back of his brain pick out names and faces and why is he thinking about Man in the Mirror all of the sudden??]
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Someone climbs the stage, and Pickles fumbles. It feels like the worst blue balls in his life, and he glares at the encroacher -- and the memories chucked into the back of his brain pick out names and faces and why is he thinking about Man in the Mirror all of the sudden??]
Aaaah, fahhhhk dude -- [Wait, jamming??? -- Oh, right, grandpa guitar. ...Hm.]
Yeeeah, sorry I didn't, uhhh... it never came up? [Hopefully?] You ahhh, thinkin' about jammin' now??