"Hey, you can't judge me too wrongly. If it weren't for the 'brainless' clientele there would be no bar. They empty their pockets the fastest. Oh, and the alcoholics, of course. " A couple had came over to the bar and were just standing there waiting for Leo to serve them, but he gave them a glance and simply nodded towards Gustav to help them. He was a loyal one, and well paid on top of it. He took a nice long gulp of his beer and sat it down on a coaster, only then looking down at his tattooed arms and shrugging.
"I am symbolic of my beliefs and it's my way and saying "Thank you" to the music industry for what it has done for me. It has a power then no magic could ever equal, at least in my eyes. I'm not talking about rock, mind you. Just any music. It's creation. The process during. The trance-like state it can put you in, or adjust your mood for the better. Rumor has it that it can help you sleep. Hey, even for you lovely ladies, it can make love making -soo- much sweeter. There's no.... no... Negative! Yeah, that's it. No negatives as to what music can do. So, I've spent a good portion of my 'allowable' spending money on getting inked by the music gods that portray my own interests. With that said.... Rock on." He ended randomly, tossing the pointer finger and pinky into her face with the back of his hand showing; The universal hand-sign of rock, of course.