We get to the "bass drop" moment. There's nothing quite like hearing a metal growl live. And ever SO up close and personal. Pintor's an acknowledged metal growl master, so the walls are probably rattling.

The audience is largely taken aback. The heckler looks happier than anyone should be, and Leon de Leon de Nuevo Leon signals his approval. But otherwise... not a captive crowd. Not in the good way, anyway...

Except for Bertie. He's into it, too. JUST a pinch.

(And once more, for the stragglers, the music notation is GIBBERISH. Because I can barely draw the notation.)

(pencil, black ink pen)