Goth Guitarist Novels & Stories

"That is why I regretted ditching my friends over Lilith. If I only knew it in the first place that her people would love to get me killed, I should have been in their team now." "Don't worry, I'm the vocalist of my band. If you need someone expert in this field, you are in good hands. Give me that." I snatched the acoustic guitar from Ghino. He also grabbed his phone and ended the recording. Then, I teach him first the eight basic chords of playing the guitar. Everything went well. I talked, and he listened. I stared, and he stared at me as well. At first, my stares mean nothing. But the more I kept staring at his eyes, the more feelings developed deep beneath my heart. I stopped darting an

"He looks like he belongs in a heavy metal group, but his tempo is clean. And Sarah on lead guitar is a prodigy. The band is taking shape, El." ​"We just need one more solid guitarist," I murmured, tapping my pen against my coffee cup. "Someone who can rhythm-blend with my keys." ​The garage's heavy side door clicked open, and a tall guy walked in. ​He was wearing a long, crisp white lab coat over a fitted black t-shirt and dark jeans, holding a vintage Gibson Les Paul guitar case in his right hand. ​Tasha blinked, leaning back in her chair with a completely baffled expression. "Wait... I think I'm in the wrong place. Is this a medical clinic or a rock audition?"

"Gibson guitars are known for their distinct tone and quality! It's made out of solid mahogany." “Dude, who cares?” Tom muttered. “He’s so annoying,” Regina commented. “Looks like Taylor turned Charlie into a babysitter for his freak of a brother,” Archie sneered. “I’m not a freak. I’m special and smart,” Tristan said, defending himself. “I’m very good at playing the guitar too. I can play again. I’m talented. Do you want to hear?” Tristan began strumming another song, eager to prove himself, but Archie’s irritation spiked.

Elodie Jax Turner, lead guitarist of Dionysus Rising: the biggest rock band in the world, loved me. I had heard the words, seen his lips form them, but it still didn’t quite compute in my head. Not even the ring he slipped into my palm seemed real. Even when I could see it nestling there — a thick, hammered band of silver. I couldn’t help myself, I kept staring down at it. If I’d had a hand free, I would have pinched myself.

At Hell’s Helm, Spinstra has just sliced his throat. Ankou’s death-wagon springs out Septimus’s guitar case and the head reaper catches it in mid-air. Ankou then stomps on the accelerator to ram the Ravens’ front lines, disappearing into an uncertain fate but buying Septimus a little more time. Septimus lays the guitar case on the asphalt and opens it, revealing an orange Gretsch Chet Atkins whose front pickup has been replaced with a black Gibson P-90. He picks up the instrument and slings its strap over his shoulder, looking every bit the goth rock star minus the wounds and cuts. He’s the Danse Macabre reaper after all. The Pied Piper of the Black Death.

Elecguit: AGON BAIN WILL THINK WE ARE TOO OBSESSED OR SOMETHING Me: My body my choice Austin Elecguit: MY ASS SADES Elecguit: Sorry Sades I don't mean that please don't hurt me Drumbob: AGON IS NOT JUST THE ONLY MEMBER OF THE BAND AUSTIN Elecguit: I KNOW BOB! Elecguit: BUT I LIKE HIM SO SHUT UP AND EAT MY ASS AllAboutThatBass: I'm sure there will be no problem with the tee Elecguit: There is!!! We need to look like a formal band not a bunch of fangirls

Didn’t ring any bells so I searched it online … guitarist for Feisty. Holy fuck balls. Daddy’s princess, Miss Teen California and Miss Perfect Role Model was married … to someone in Feisty? I didn’t know much of their music, I mostly listened to pop and house music, not so much hard rock. But you’d have to be living on Mars not to know who they were. People mostly knew their frontman, Jude Stone because he was hot as hell and known to be a ladies’ man to put it mildly. He also very publicly overdosed during a set. That was actually pretty awful, people thought he was a goner. Literally people were glued to the gossip sites for weeks as he struggled to recover.

That guitar was possibly one of the coolest things I owned and seeing her so drawn to it for no apparent reason made me feel some type of way. Her long, delicate fingers caressed the polished red body of the instrument and I couldn't help but make my way over to her so that I could see the amazement that sparkled in her eyes. "It was Angus Young's" I announced, my words cutting through the silent room like a knife as I stood just behind her.

He returned to the suite feeling relief that the sub was no longer there, but neither was Stephon. Matt picked up his favorite guitar, sank into the plush cushions of the couch, and began playing. He was no Krispin Righteous, the lead singer of their band, but he'd trained in classical music and tended to revert when troubling thoughts filled his brain. The hard rock band-bunnies would think he'd grown a second head if they heard the soft romantic melody of Brahms, which was never meant for guitar, though his talented fingers somehow made it work.

A low murmur erupted from the class. “Is she even allowed to flunk us?” I asked distastefully. “She’s the teacher isn’t she? So, who are you going to pick?” Tommy asked behind me. I sank down in my chair and put my head back “Suppose it will be Angus Young.” I replied thoughtfully before I turned around and looked at him directly “She’s a sub.” “Angus what?” Tommy asked confused, ignoring my last remark. “The lead guitar player of AC/DC you moron.” I snapped, turned around and slid down in my chair before closing my eyes.