Why do I feel so terrible?  I watched one of my fans die today in the middle of the crowd.  Some part of me hoped they would notice, but it seems no one did.  I guess I put up a sufficient distraction for no one to notice that twenty year old man get eaten alive.  It was either him or me.  I chose me.  Other than that, it seems things have remained unchanged.  As long as no one finds out that I'm letting an alien stalk and devour my fans, I'll be ruined.  I just need to find a way to take it out before that gets out.  I just don't think I'm strong enough to take out the alien by myself yet.  And it's not like people will believe me if I tell them an alien is eating my fans.  I just need to find someone who's a specialist in aliens...

I've decided to work on my fitness.  Working out is all the rage these days.  Getting out of the way is also a good way to stay alive longer can help with on these strange contracts.

Satan also stopped by to unlock a new feature on the guitar.  He saw how squishy I was and wanted to add something to help protect me.  Now I can summon a magical barrier that makes this really cool, ominous bong sound when it's struck.  It also seems to ring loud enough to the one that struck it that it'll cause some ear damage.  Well, that's what Satan said it would do.  Only one way to see if it works.  I wonder if it would help with the alien thing?

That alien took one more in my last contract.  I had to put on a show to distract every last person I could, but I have to do what I can to survive?

Got another upgrade on the axe.  The volume nob got switched out.  I was told, if I ever need to explode, that I need to crank it up to eleven.  I don't know how this works man.  This thing is getting scary.  I tested it out and the damned thing nearly destroyed the stage.  So I'll just keep it in my back pocket.  These jobs I've been going on are getting increasingly dangerous.  This thing could prove useful.

In other matters, I was told I would be paid handsomely to get one of those water spiders from Venice.  We'll see how that goes.  I told the guy I'm not really one to bag and tag someone.  I'd be more likely to blow them to pieces, but he insisted.  I could use the money to get my clothing business off the ground, so I accepted the deal.

Hopefully this goes well.

So after that last gig, Big Red stops by for another tune up.  I was practicing my guitar and he flames in like he usually does.  He said he thinks I'm ready for the next step.  He takes the Uber Axe and starts fiddling with it, replacing a string.

Big Red tells me that people will really love my music now, they won't be able to turn away.  I'll be able to start a real fan club of my own.  I'll be able to tell who's really a fan of mine and who I want to chase off.

I just need to play the correct notes.  He shows me the cords I need to play, and how to play them, and he's gone.  The Uber Axe is really starting to become something now.  A real force for something.  Whatever that is.  This Axe is metal as hell, and I'm not going to give it up.