Silver, spiked-up and gravity defying hair: $275. Green eyes sparkle mischievously behind non-hipster black frames: $150. Straps every where and any where on tight, black pants and there are enough of them to rival a Final Fantasy pretty boy's outfit: $500. A delivery boy button down shirt in the best colour a mosh pit can produce: which is of course blood red: $322. Black, tall boots with studs, spikes and laces untied: $410. A tattoo of a soul in despair on his wrist: DIY Colour by Numbers, $0. Rings designed to inflict pain when a face is punched: $60. The vocal range of a raspy demon to the highs of an angel: $1000/hour. Having a 3D figurine of your favourite Rock God to be displayed proudly on your shelf for all your celebrity Rock Star crush needs? Priceless. Wait, no. Actually, I think it was $85.
Rock Band was one of those games that I felt was made for me. Apart from gaming, I'm passionate about my music. That's not to say I'm an expert on either things, of course. Rock Band helped me discover a few new bands and made me start to pay closer attention to the ones I probably should have been paying attention to already.