It was a brisk September eve; not unlike countless others that had come and gone, and seemingly no different than a thousand more to come. This night could have easily fallen into the blurred obscurity of autumnal yesteryear's, long forgotten and withered like the baren trees left naked by winter's cold and heartless grasp, but for not of the innocent invite from one friend to another.

Fate, it seems, needs a helping hand now and again. He had always played the guitar to meet women, yet none were brave enough to approach the beast... till that night. She gazed from the crowd in awe, as his hair moved almost as ferociously as his fingers, sending melodies fit for kings and gods alike into the ether. Little did he know, this chance meeting would change everything, altering his very perception of love and metal.

In the years that followed, true love blossomed from a foundation of friendship, into something much deeper. Imperfect and flawed as individuals (well, mainly just him), they combined to form an unbeatable duo, fueled by ambition, hard work and coffee.

The end.