The last thing he saw was his own reflection in the blank monitor—except the reflection kept playing, fingers dancing over frets that no longer existed in the real world.
And somewhere, on a dark stage that never existed, two guitarists—one old, one young—began to play a perfect, impossible D minor.
He played a Cmaj7.
The last thing he saw was his own reflection in the blank monitor—except the reflection kept playing, fingers dancing over frets that no longer existed in the real world.
And somewhere, on a dark stage that never existed, two guitarists—one old, one young—began to play a perfect, impossible D minor.
He played a Cmaj7.