What Type Of Rock Hero Are You?
As the crowd chants your name, you slide on your knees toward the edge of the stage. Pyrotechnics burst skyward on either side of you. A spotlight dilates like a pupil and envelops your aura. All eyes are on you. Commence face-melting solo.
People just don’t, like, get you. I mean, what is “music” anyway? What is an “instrument”? Sure, sometimes audiences get up and walk out on you mid-song, but that’s just because they’re listening to the wrong things. Like, it’s all about hearing the notes you’re not playing.
You refuse to censor yourself. This isn’t some mainstream corporate rock, man. This is raw, unadulterated emotion channeled through the snaking branches of the rushing cosmic truth, lightning burst bright and bloom forth from the Earth, each jagged sword’s edge drawn slowly through… Wait, what were we talking about?
You, uh…you…er... Sorry. I accidentally looked into your seductive gaze and lost my train of thought. Tell me something. At last night’s show, I could have sworn that you were looking right at me when you sang the line “Being apart tears a hole in my heart.” Is that song about us?
You’re the most talented lyricist on the planet, crafting clever wordplay out of thin air. You command the stage with your charismatic presence and draw devoted fans from all walks of life. And it looks like your intense work ethic has really paid off. Nice private jet.