A slightly pale, average looking man steps into the Cafe, a hard guitar case firmly gripped in his right hand. His hazel-greenish eyes peer at Sasha, Night Stalker and the others as the light above sheds upon his Red and Black leather biker jacket. The man locks his gaze upon the stage which has a microphone stand and an amplifier shoved to the corner. He slowly proceeds to glance over his shoulder at the patrons, revealing his trimmed face stubble, escorted with his fairly well shaped sideburns.
As the musician steps up to the stage, you hear his thick, rough boots make soft thud noises on the wooden flooring. He would open the case in a swift hand move, a soft click fills in the air. He picks his most favorite, nearly worn out Fender Custom Stratocaster. Strapping it over his shoulder, he inserts the jack cable that extends all the way from the rugged amplifier in the corner.
The pale man tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, pulling a few strings and chords as he begins to tune the guitar, keeping an awfully calm mood as he does so...or perhaps not even showing how he feels. You see him wrinkle his Italian looking, slyly fat nose for a second while his squared jaw shows out the contours like a painting beneath the spotlight. He would pull the microphone down near his dried lips as a slight groan escapes, followed by him clearing his throat in a polite sense. Turns the microphone on with his freehand after he finishes tuning.
You hear his deep, perhaps slightly troubled voice hit the mic, filling in the cafe. "Evening everyone..." he would say with a furrowed eyebrow, narrowing his eyes as the intense light catches his eyes...