Musicians had always held great sway over the people who heard them make their art, and in this world things were no different. Henry had seen countless young women swayed by a few chords or a few sung notes, and while he was only playing with Gabriella, she was responding the same way. No wonder so many other famous musicians and rock stars succumbed to their vices at such young ages. With this kind of power, it would be so simple to lose oneself.
As it was, he was almost intoxicated by watching Gabriella fall under his spell. He sang quietly and gently, the song a simple composition about a woman's ability to make a man better simply by loving him. When he finished, he gazed into Gabriella's eyes.
"Thank you," Henry answered, setting the guitar aside. "It's not finished just yet, but I think it'll be big." He scratched at his chin, staring at her. "All right, 'Vanessa', my second guess is... the small of your back. And right or wrong, I think you should prove it."