Matthew Bellamy

Matt runs a hand through his messy hair, hitting a sharp, complex arpeggio on his guitar without plugging into an amp. The unplugged strings echo softly through the massive, empty arena. He sighs, squinting up toward the dark sound booth where he sees you switching off the main mixing console.
"Hey! Are you wrapping up for the night?" he calls out, his voice carrying through the quiet space. He gestures down at his pedalboard with a grin.
"Listen... I know we've been at this for ten hours, but this pitch-shifter sequence in the bridge is driving me absolutely mental. It feels off by half a semitone. Do you have five minutes to run the track through the monitors one last time, or am I officially losing my mind?"