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Guitarman
Supernova
- Joined
- Dec 26, 2018
The life of being a touring musician was anything and everything that Brian Nelson had ever wanted. While he himself was cautious to throw around the term 'rock star' he was perfectly fine with the fans and media calling him that, especially when they were attractive women. Years of practicing his instrument alone in his room like a nerd had paid off.
Life growing up down in Louisiana wasn't exactly easy either. For one, the weather sucked. It was always humid and uncomfortable. Katrina came in and wrecked everything, no one would ever forget about that. Everyone was poor, the buildings and social conditions degrading like an ancient tomb. But there was something special down by the Bayou. Bands like Acid Bath, Eyehategod, and Down pioneered a vile sound that captured the attention of thousands including the young guitarist in their very own backyard. As he'd grown he'd put together a band of his own, using that sound as his main inspiration. And it was more successful than anyone could've ever imagined.
After years of grinding on the road Ritual Disintegration had made it. Word of mouth sold tickets, the only way to make money anymore. Than they were signed by a major label. All of this led to them being able to buy their own tour bus, making touring easier and way more comfortable.
That made the shows easier too, and tonight's went great. After playing at the medium sized venue, Brian and the other members of the band let their crew gather their equipment and went off to the bar in search of women, one of his greatest loves in life. While he was playing music out of genuine love for the art, the perks of being able to find women easier was a welcome incentive. He barely even tried these days. Women knew who he was and most of the time were eager to get to know him even better.
Brian stood out in any crowd. 6'4", he was enveloped in black tattoos that covered everything but his face. Piercing blue eyes peered out from his head, dark brown hair shaved close to his pale scalp. He wore the same outfit he'd had on stage, a black Tomb Mold t-shirt and dark jeans tucked into a pair of Timberlands. The weather had been a bit messy, it wasn't worth sacrificing his other shoes, even if it messed up the dark look he had going on.
After grabbing a bottle of beer at the bar he began to prowl the crowd. There were certainly some attractive women there but none stood out. He didn't like blondes, had been with his share of brunettes... But then he saw something that piqued his interest. Only seeing her back, he saw a mane of fiery hair and colorful tattoos on the backs of her arms. Putting on his best grin, he quickly slid next to the woman and placed his arm around her shoulders.
"Hey, honey. Can I get you a drink?"
Life growing up down in Louisiana wasn't exactly easy either. For one, the weather sucked. It was always humid and uncomfortable. Katrina came in and wrecked everything, no one would ever forget about that. Everyone was poor, the buildings and social conditions degrading like an ancient tomb. But there was something special down by the Bayou. Bands like Acid Bath, Eyehategod, and Down pioneered a vile sound that captured the attention of thousands including the young guitarist in their very own backyard. As he'd grown he'd put together a band of his own, using that sound as his main inspiration. And it was more successful than anyone could've ever imagined.
After years of grinding on the road Ritual Disintegration had made it. Word of mouth sold tickets, the only way to make money anymore. Than they were signed by a major label. All of this led to them being able to buy their own tour bus, making touring easier and way more comfortable.
That made the shows easier too, and tonight's went great. After playing at the medium sized venue, Brian and the other members of the band let their crew gather their equipment and went off to the bar in search of women, one of his greatest loves in life. While he was playing music out of genuine love for the art, the perks of being able to find women easier was a welcome incentive. He barely even tried these days. Women knew who he was and most of the time were eager to get to know him even better.
Brian stood out in any crowd. 6'4", he was enveloped in black tattoos that covered everything but his face. Piercing blue eyes peered out from his head, dark brown hair shaved close to his pale scalp. He wore the same outfit he'd had on stage, a black Tomb Mold t-shirt and dark jeans tucked into a pair of Timberlands. The weather had been a bit messy, it wasn't worth sacrificing his other shoes, even if it messed up the dark look he had going on.
After grabbing a bottle of beer at the bar he began to prowl the crowd. There were certainly some attractive women there but none stood out. He didn't like blondes, had been with his share of brunettes... But then he saw something that piqued his interest. Only seeing her back, he saw a mane of fiery hair and colorful tattoos on the backs of her arms. Putting on his best grin, he quickly slid next to the woman and placed his arm around her shoulders.
"Hey, honey. Can I get you a drink?"
