The day had come, and it was time,
For the roo rock star to greet the line
Of press that waited outside his room.
"Why must I face this unkind doom?"

The tour had started, and all they craved
Was for him to regale of tour tales depraved.
"Why must my genius be interrupted?
I hate the press, so poorly conducted!"

"All they do is interrupt creating,
I swear! It's just so damn frustrating!
I write the songs that millions love,
Yet cameras in my face are shoved."

"It's so confounding, it kills my spirit.
I can't write my heart for fans to hear it.
Tell me, Silver, what can I do?
You always have the answer true."

"Well, my friend, you must insist
Upon maintaining, you must persist!
Your words are balm to tortured souls,
You heal the world with rock and roll."

"It's not your fault these Philistines
Keep bugging you with baying screams.
They just don't get your sacrifices,
And don't appreciate the nature of your vices."

"How else do we learn, if we don't do?
Are you not the most noble kangaroo?
You put yourself through so much pain,
So that your loss is your fans gain."

So with that, Silver helped him dress.
They both donned leather ('cus it is best).
Zid took Silver under his arm,
And proceeded to win all with his charm.

Ok, this one was a pain in the ass, but well worth it. It helped me realize that I've been sketching things at the wrong DPI (300 seems to work best for me, even though it means I have to focus on adding a LOT more detail. I can't 'fudge' things as much).

Thanks to Silver for keeping me company throughout the entire AGONIZING process heehee. He rocks! I used a photo reference and traced a bit, just to get a general idea of where things were BUT most of that ended up being erased and reworked. Here's the source: http://linapps.s3.amazonaws.com/lin.....rgie-656e1.jpg

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