Stan’s hands tensing on the guitar show his nervousness as he stares at the stage. He takes a final glance at the drummers as they finish of their act. He thinks one thing, our turn... Stan’s eyes follow the roaring crowd as the drummers bow and take their leave. The music teacher signals us to walk onto the stage. Their guitar’s are choked by tightened grips as they follow Lance onto the stage and steps threaten to trip up the nervous guitarist’s as they march on stage. Time to start...
Michael introduces the group as a drop of sweat forces it’s way down his forehead. When he finishes he quickly sits down and picks up a guitar. The music teacher yells “1, 2, 3, 4!” then they start to play. Stan looks down at his strings and begins to play. He notices that he doesn’t need to look at the audience and his butterflies soon start to disappear as he starts to enjoy the music.
Stan takes a look to the left and watches Michael ply the bass and he realizes that he isn’t strumming and he quickly goes back into the same routine. Stan takes a while to adjust to the patience and waiting of the crowd as they stare with empty eyes. The crowd’s emptiness and silentness intimidates Stan and he looks back down at his guitar.
As the music group finish each one of them stand up and they take a bow. Stan jumps as he looks to his left to find Michael knocking his guitar as it falls to the ground. He follows his instinct and he quickly picks up the guitar and power-walks off stage with the rest of the group. The audience start to clap as a step claims a kill and trips up Lance as he breaks the silence. Stan is welcomed with ‘Well done’ and ‘Good job’ as he exits the music room.
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