He sweated under the spotlights. The guitar shifted into the extro and he closed his eyes and screamed out all his rage into what he thought was an empty pub. His knees shook from the energy and he cupped the microphone and folded up onto the stage as final power chord hit. As good as a practice, he figured, even if no-one else was here. From the floor there was a drunken roar and applause. He squinted into the audience and stretched out his hand. more »