Zac Master confidently stood alone in the glow of the light. He humbly bowed to the source then climbed onto his signature Rock, a three story boulder that he always sang from. The Rock created his stage. His band-mates all followed in immediate and obedient compliance.
Zac raised his right arm high for silence. His hand opened to the sky for guidance and silence. The capacity crowd suddenly hushed. It remained perfectly still and silent, awed by this extraordinary experience.
For a brief moment, like a towering monument atop the Rock, he lingered in a supernatural state conducting the light’s power to the masses below. The energy everywhere ebbed nothing short of miraculous. Zac mechanically raised his head to the light then lowered his hand onto the microphone. He pulled the cylindrical device to his mouth then adjusted the neck of his guitar.
His left boot heel slowly lifted from the Rock. He paused for effect then tapped his boot heel once upon the stone; twice, then finally a third.
“Put your hands together now! Are you ready?” Zac Master screamed.
The crowd screamed to the affirmative, “Yes”
“Better get ready to rock.”
The man twirled the microphone and stroked the guitar so powerfully that it released a blast of energy which knocked everyone back into their seats. Again, a collective gasp of awe and wonder from the audience reverberated throughout the amphitheatre and above into the heavens.
With the issuing of the very first note from Zac Master’s stainless steel guitar, the rock erupted like a volcano and flung a billion trillion sparkling elements into the night.
