Every community has its unique individuals. One of ours is a rock star.
He wanders the streets of Federal Heights, playing air guitar to a capacity crowd that only he can see, making music that only he can hear. He serenades Federal Boulevard in ragged Levis, concert T-shirt, and jean jacket vest, tapping out a rhythm with his foot, his long brown hair stirring in the wind created by the passing cars. His wallet chain glints in the sunlight as he points to the crowd, his fretting hand still blazing, hammering out his never-ending solo.
Rock on, Air Guitar Dude.