Okay, well. You said...a song about being alive. So.
[He ducks his head just a little, focusing on the strings beneath his fingers, and runs a quick scale to loosen up his fingers before settling in.
The song starts slow, deceptively giving the impression that he might've chosen a ballad — and softly, under his breath, he's half-singing the lyrics just enough that the reason for his pick becomes apparent (I feel ali-i-i-ive...) before fading out again to a low mumble (in ecstasy, so don't - stop - me - now) as he works his way through the rest of the intro.
But then he hits the tempo change, and all of a sudden his whole demeanor seems to change with it; his fingers all but dance across the frets, and he's off like a shot.
By the time he hits the second verse, it's clear that he's enjoying himself; one line in and the memory of Freddie Mercury's voice becomes irresistible. This time, he's actually singing, less confident and more just out of familiarity (two hundred degrees! That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit — I'm traveling at the speed of light!), and though it's less of a proper performance and more simply that he's adding vocals to all of the objectively fun parts, two things immediately become evident:
He's really quite good at this, and doing it makes him happy — almost without even realizing it's doing it.]
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[He ducks his head just a little, focusing on the strings beneath his fingers, and runs a quick scale to loosen up his fingers before settling in.
The song starts slow, deceptively giving the impression that he might've chosen a ballad — and softly, under his breath, he's half-singing the lyrics just enough that the reason for his pick becomes apparent (I feel ali-i-i-ive...) before fading out again to a low mumble (in ecstasy, so don't - stop - me - now) as he works his way through the rest of the intro.
But then he hits the tempo change, and all of a sudden his whole demeanor seems to change with it; his fingers all but dance across the frets, and he's off like a shot.
By the time he hits the second verse, it's clear that he's enjoying himself; one line in and the memory of Freddie Mercury's voice becomes irresistible. This time, he's actually singing, less confident and more just out of familiarity (two hundred degrees! That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit — I'm traveling at the speed of light!), and though it's less of a proper performance and more simply that he's adding vocals to all of the objectively fun parts, two things immediately become evident:
He's really quite good at this, and doing it makes him happy — almost without even realizing it's doing it.]