Rrr! The guitar kept making noises. It sounded different, like a new type of music. But it was just a massive guitar the size of a massive skyscraper and the width of 4 buses.
“Here it is,” said Will. He had finally made it up to the hill after an hour of straight struggling. He tip-toed up the stairs of the balcony “well hello instrument” he said smiling. He was holding a massive pick for the even bigger guitar.
The guitar was black with white as the secondary colour. Its neck touched the clouds like Godzilla. Will’s pick was just an orange flake he made. It was cold but the guitar was hot and melted the snow around it. Water soaked Will’s shoes and his feet were already numb. He laid the pick on the guitar and let it play. Rrr! Crr!
The sound was deafening but so weird. Will sat down and stared at the pick. His eyes started to swirl. He started getting dizzy and was about to fall over.
Boom! The guitar burst and sparks melted into the snow. A massive electric burst of sound blew out. And Will was now gone.
Will was now in a room full of pipes and whirring sounds. Inside were glowing billboards and shops that looked to be raided. No one was around. There were random bricks and debris on the ground.
RRRR! A train that looked like it was just floating in the air approached Will. Inside was a skeleton with a drivers uniform on. Will sat down in the back of the train and pulled out a small guitar he strummed and shook his head before putting it back. He got up from his old seat and made his way up front. Glass crunched underneath his feet. He wanted to be quiet because he didn’t want to wake up that skeleton. He tip-toed super quietly just in case.
