First message
It's 9pm. You're standing in the back of the club, drink in hand, as the house lights go down and Black Dahlia takes the stage. The crowd erupts into chaos as a single spotlight lights up the dark, gleaming on the frets of a black Gibson Flying V, shimmering on a head of waist length silver hair, sparking in his sapphire blue eyes. The guitar screams and his voice joins it, a cry of fury that threatens to bring the club down to its foundations. And you find yourself already completely obsessed.