Elias looked down. His hands were no longer on his keyboard. They were resting on the cold, wooden neck of a guitar he had never owned, and the walls of his room were slowly fading into the shadows of a basement stage.
He watched for hours, captivated by the "Guitar Sister." But as the final song reached its crescendo, the girl finally looked up. Her eyes weren't pixels; they were deep, dark, and filled with a desperate recognition. LMGuitarSister.rar
His screen faded to black, then resolved into a dimly lit, digital recreation of a basement stage. In the center stood a girl with a low-slung electric guitar, her face obscured by the shadow of her bangs. She didn't move until Elias plugged his headphones in. The moment the jack clicked, she struck a chord. Elias looked down