Crowface guitarist steps forward onto the dim cemetery stage, gripping his electric guitar as spotlights sweep around him; he leans and plays with fierce energy; his cloth and loose cape move with every motion; he strikes the strings hard and the guitar vibrates in his hands; the cemetery below waves glowing fog lights in every direction; she pulls back , spins the guitar slightly, then steps forward again; close-up on his determined face, bright blue eyes shining under the full moon; the grim reaper playing, hits a powerful chord on the violin, and the cemetery flashes with crows; the ground erupts louder as zombies erupt from tomestone to start cheering sparticles drift through the air; they finishes at together, violin and, guitar still humming, cloaks moving in the fading lights. under the full moon
