The guy with long hair, dressed in cyberpunk style, looked out of place among the crowd of convention-goers in business suits. His neon hair and bold makeup drew disapproving looks from some passersby, who whispered to each other as they walked past. His guitar, which he carried around with him everywhere, seemed like a cumbersome and unnecessary accessory in this environment. He tried to find a quiet corner where he could play a tune, but the constant chatter and noise of the convention drowned out his music. He felt isolated and out of touch with the rest of the world around him.



