[ Your friend is the culprit here! There's nothing he enjoys more than being too darn loud, making the people's ears ring with the sound of his music. What he also likes about his band is that there's...something unique about it. Sci-fi-ish, in a way? He's always had a feeling he'd like to show a friend what he's been up to, but hell if he can remember who it is. Does it matter when he's rockin' away?
When his fingers are too sore to do anything else, he sits his guitar to the side and wanders forward. Marty can hear someone calling to him. He looks up, tilting his head curiously as, well, a cowboy walks up to him. A very old cowboy (no offense buddy).
Marty probably looks like an eyesore, unless you're hard into the 80's. He's grown his mullet back, his ears are pierced, and yup. He's definitely wearing a leather jacket with those awful looking jeans. And the boots. 80's represent.
He gives Doc a look up and down, frowning lightly. ] Jesus, nobody told me it was cowboy night...
WALKS THE HELL ON IN HERE
When his fingers are too sore to do anything else, he sits his guitar to the side and wanders forward. Marty can hear someone calling to him. He looks up, tilting his head curiously as, well, a cowboy walks up to him. A very old cowboy (no offense buddy).
Marty probably looks like an eyesore, unless you're hard into the 80's. He's grown his mullet back, his ears are pierced, and yup. He's definitely wearing a leather jacket with those awful looking jeans. And the boots. 80's represent.
He gives Doc a look up and down, frowning lightly. ] Jesus, nobody told me it was cowboy night...