"And that means you are the Pan and Fieri of Fane?"
He throws the guitar behind his back and it vanishes in a puff of grey smoke, leaving a leaf that gently floats to the ground as it fades from green to red, orange, yellow, brown, and disappears like a rapid autumn change all at once.
"I should've realized earlier, but musicians named Fieri are surprisingly common with, you know, Firebirds and all."
With that said, he props his elbows on his knees and listens.
The smile runs away from his face as he is presented with the reason his world had collapsed.
His mind goes through a quick twister of thoughts, starting with "why does he think he knows what happened." And ending with, "yes I need to or I wouldn't be here. He's right."
He takes the pad and pen and starts.
And by starts, we mean staring at an empty page for quite some time...
"Umm....you've heard of us? Seriously? Cause I didn't think that we were that big a deal outside of Avalon, Kuros, and the firebird sun," he said, his cheeks turning a deeper green, the dryad equivalent of a blush.
"It doesn't have to be big important stuff, Rakki. Anything that makes you feel something. Anything. You can hear it in the recordings, you know. At first you were having lots of fun and everyone loved to share it with you. But the recent stuff....it's gone hollow. It's all about technique with no feeling. You need to get in touch with your own emotions, your own preferences, if you're ever going to be a songwriter. Songs have to come from the heart. It's no good if you don't feel something."