The smell of rotting flesh and heated blood filled the air in this city of pain and sin. Even the people were less than welcoming. The small rays of sunlight did little to distract from the carnage that filled each nook, alley, breezeways. A young man could be seen pushing through the crowds, One side of his hair bleached white and styled in large spikes. The natural dark brown side of his hair was perfectly straight, covering one of his vibrant green eyes. He carried a black guitar case, stained with dry blood from a past scrape. He slowly pushed people aside as he headed for his gig.<span style="font-style: italic">You better be there, Murad, or I'll kill you. You have already been paid!</span>Murad shook the words from his mind as he continued to push through the crowds, sucking his snake bites into him mouth out of both fear and frustration. Why did he have to say yes?<br/><br/>He made it to the tavern, with seconds to spare as he stepped through the doors and looked toward the tender."Sorry I'm late boss, Some bitch decided she wanted to try and take my shit..."<br/><br/>The tender looked up from his cleaning, anger was painted onto his face."God damn it, Kid. Your late. People come here to listen to live music, Now save your worthless excuses and get up on stage, you have a set to do!" He snarled as he grabbed up a beer mug and began to clean it with a dirty rag. Murad lowered his head, dusting off his clothes some before he headed up to the stage and set his instruments down. An old wooden flute, With various imperfections that mirrored it's age of abuse. It was whittled oddly, as if a child did it. In truth, that was exactly what it was. A flute, Made by the musician when he was very young, no older than five. Murad sighed softly as he bent down to one knee and unlocked the black leather guitar case, the inside was a red fur. Hidden within the fur was a very well taken care of Black Acoustic Guitar. The Steel stringed masterpiece was his pride and joy, and it's condition showed this truth well. Not one scratch could be seen.<br/><br/>Murad stared at it for a few seconds, then pulled it from it's case and grabbed a wire from the ground, Plugging it into the bottom side of it's frame. The sound of feedback filled the tavern as Murad flipped the switch on the amp behind him. He slowly grabbed a pick from the case, and headed over to the microphone stand, his hand going through his brown bangs.<br/><br/>"What's up Greenend Tavern, I'm Dreamer Strings, and this is a song I wrote a long time ago. Enjoy or not, I don't give a fuck..." He said with a smirk as he sat down on the stool, his foot tapping lightly as he strummed his guitar some, making sure it was tuned right. When he was satisfied with the tuning, He closed his eyes and began to play a set. As he swayed from side to side, The sound of his guitar was being joined by several other instruments, all adding to the melody. His song went uninterrupted as the first gentleman headed in, talking to the bartender. When the bartender took him to the back, then returned, the melody continued.<br/><br/>The sounds of the guitar and other instruments seemed to place the room in a trance. The only immune to the trance was the dwarf barkeep that led a young boy into the back room. The people in the trance wouldn't even notice the boy. Some stared at the stage with mouths open. The ones who weren't staring were busy looking for the other members of his band. After all, He was playing a guitar, and yet keyboards and synths could be heard. As the barkeep ushered in more people for the special meeting, murads melody continued. Murad himself was lost in a trance of his music. He swayed back and forth, hitting each note without cease, not missing a string as he strummed. Some of the patrons whispered back and forth. One could only guess that they were wondering what kind of musician this was. As more showed up for the meeting, Murad smiled. The song had ended as some applauded, some still struck in amazement."Thank you... Thank you... This next one is something I picked up last year."<br/><br/>He sighed and sat back down, holding his guitar as he closed his eyes and began playing again.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">If you are interested in hearing the music in which my char is playing, check the OOC, I will be listing the songs he plays in following posts.</span></span></span>