Ravage that guitar !

IT Began on the soft notes of innocence and ignorance.Quite time and again ,though rarely,when the notes slipped and the chords misspelt, the show just went on.
The guitarist wasn't showing signs of weariness or muscular fatigue,and his frame swayed not from exhaustion ,but from happiness.The drummer behind was a machine,he was perfect,as if he had been drumming from times seldom thought of.The bassist had a similar go.
But the lead was the man in light ,and the passersby had begun to take notice.
The end ,lasting few minutes,was a call ,or rather a roar ,of the brute force and sheer power.The strings were intact and shining ,and the beads of sweat on his face were now showing under his great laughter.
"This" ,he said holding out the black electric guitar in his hand ,"is my beloved:my great agony and joy,my great inspire and my confession theatre".
"This is my great love ,my ravage."