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+ | ====== Vitreus (Ángel GJ) ====== | ||
+ | "Hey man - sweet gig!" | ||
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+ | The metalhead guitarist looks up, bleary-eyed, from behind a stack of CDs. "Yeah, awesome." A thick, rasping cough. "Merch? I got merch." | ||
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+ | "Nah." The kid shakes his head, happily. "I already picked up all your albums. You're like my second favourite artist of all time. Actually... could you sign my copy of //Black Tor//?" He brandishes a cardboard slipcase generously embellished with grotesque maggots and gothic lettering. | ||
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+ | The guitarist fumbles for a sharpie. "Second favourite? Wow. You listen to a lot of stuff, kid?" A pause. "Wait. Who's your //favourite//?" | ||
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+ | The fan proudly pulls back his leather jacket to reveal a faded t-shirt. Within a stylised banner across the chest, it is just possible to make out the words: //Dies Irae//. | ||
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+ | The guitarist nods approvingly. "Good answer. Pretty conventional answer, sure... but there's reasons for that. Honestly, I can't think of any metal artist who doesn't owe something to Vitreus. Course, some of us owe more than others...." | ||
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+ | "I knew it," the kid says smugly. "You can hear his influence, like, //all// through your work. The bass lines, the riffs - not that I mean you're unoriginal..." he adds, hastily. | ||
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+ | "He was my idol, back in the day," the guitarist sighs, apparently unperturbed. "If only you'd had the chance to see him in concert - it was out of this world, I'm telling you. Listen to //Snarl// or //Demon Pact// and you can instantly tell you're hearing something special... but you needed to //be there// to understand just what a revolution it was at the time." | ||
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+ | "Wait... you saw Vitreus //live//?" | ||
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+ | "He's the reason I got into this scene," the guitarist admits. "He pretty much single-handedly recruited a new generation of metalheads - you know that, right? //Everyone// wanted to do what he was doing. Course, I know I'll never be anything like the superstar he was, but hey - I can dream... and I guess I've got some time to get good...." | ||
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+ | The kid frowns. "Yeah, I... - oh, cheers, man!" He accepts his freshly signed CD. "Um. Do you think //I// could get good? I mean, I know you haven't heard me play, but I've been learning bass for about a month now. Getting into //Dies Irae// - and your stuff, of course - it's just made me want to go out and make some noise of my own...." | ||
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+ | The guitarist smiles, leans back in the chair. "It does that, yeah." | ||
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+ | "Yeah." The kid nods, begins to walk away... and then turns back, one eyebrow raised quizzically. "So... I was wondering," he begins. "I mean. Speaking of Vitreus... all that stuff about him getting hit by lightning... and fighting a lion out on the moors... and //dying//, only to rise again, full of demonic power - is that... //true//, or is it all part of the legend?" | ||
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+ | "Yeah." The demon formerly known as Dartmoor grins. "Yeah... that's right. But what a legend, you know?" |