[ The guy with the toolbox doesn't stand out to Marty at all in the beginning. He's lost in the music, stepping left and stepping right as his fingers dance over the neck of the guitar. He chomps down on his cheek, furrowing his brow as he plays through the harder bits of the song. But he manages perfectly fine. Not a note out of place.
He looks up to take a look at the growing crowd, to smile pretty for the cameras that are flashing away. In the corner of his eye, he can spot people holding up their phones, nodding to the beat. Marty scans through the crowd, whipping his head back...but then he notices Doc standing nearby.
All of a sudden he gets an image of a car. It steams, like it was hot. The door opens (upwards?) and a dog comes flying out and into a nearby van. Marty turns, and the same guy in the back of the crowd is there. He's beaming, his eyes twinkling. Something good happened, and-
There's a pressure behind his eyes; his head starts to hurt. When Marty regains his focus, he's missed a bit of the song. Cameras have been replaced with more phones, surely documenting this embarrassing moment for time to come. Marty has no idea where he left off at, or how much of the song he's missed. ]
S-Sorry, sorry. [ He lets his guitar rest, turning to the crowd apologetically. ] Guess I got distracted.
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He looks up to take a look at the growing crowd, to smile pretty for the cameras that are flashing away. In the corner of his eye, he can spot people holding up their phones, nodding to the beat. Marty scans through the crowd, whipping his head back...but then he notices Doc standing nearby.
All of a sudden he gets an image of a car. It steams, like it was hot. The door opens (upwards?) and a dog comes flying out and into a nearby van. Marty turns, and the same guy in the back of the crowd is there. He's beaming, his eyes twinkling. Something good happened, and-
There's a pressure behind his eyes; his head starts to hurt. When Marty regains his focus, he's missed a bit of the song. Cameras have been replaced with more phones, surely documenting this embarrassing moment for time to come. Marty has no idea where he left off at, or how much of the song he's missed. ]
S-Sorry, sorry. [ He lets his guitar rest, turning to the crowd apologetically. ] Guess I got distracted.