Humanoid

The tattoo johny guitar strap was a dream come true for musicians like himself. It was pure sweet leather that you could smell, the colors bold and bright. Hal had chosen the Krishna Corpse design simply because he loved the sci-fi feel of it, the perfect match for his sci-fi music style, as well.

"That's sick bro." Hal nodded at his best friend's response to his newly found purchase. He watched him finger the guitar strap then sniff the leather as if it were his own sweet purchase.

"It was a steal. Less than a 20." Hal grinned.

"Gonna have to get me one."  Hal nodded ay Wayne's decision. They were on their way to their next show at the Cain's Ballroom in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Tonight the show was officially sold out. This was it. There was no turning back, no mistakes. Tonight their show would be a masterpiece or there was no future. There would be no hope for tomorrow, no human race.