Guitarist on stage facing a packed crowd at a live concert

inkpunk watercolor wash. Standing in the rain, with his head hung low, Couldn't get a ticket, was a sold-out show, Heard the roar of the crowd, he could picture the scene, Put his ear to the wall, then like a distant scream' He heard one guitar, just blew him away, Saw stars in his eyes, and the very next day, Bought a beat up six-string in a secondhand store, Didn't know how to play it, but he knew for sure, broad abstract brush strokes,