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the guitarist - part 2

the shaman leaves you in the mystical void you're starting to feel paranoid so you take your guitar out of its case and play a solo to put any demons in their place but after the first 3 chords a glowing glittery sphere forms when the bubble bursts there is left a girl all dressed in green she is the same girl that haunts your dreams with hair almost touching the ground a lovely shade of dark brown glowing skin and firey green eyes she watches you as your hands drop to your side your guitar falls to the floor she picks it up and asks "please, can you play some more" your heart palpitates your hands begin to shake you grab your guitar and strum at first nothing comes out but a bizzare hum but soon you find the rythm and the rhyme the beat is right on time your mouth forms words about saultry dances and second chances and you belt them out with such a fever that her lips begin to quiver and you know you're going to kiss her but if you do what will happen to simple little you? will you still be the same once you learn her name?

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