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[Doc eventually finishes up and returns to his seat, grinning] Liked that song ever since I first heard it.

Never be afraid to sing a song you like.

I'll try to remember that. Just, like I said, music is usually Marty's forte. Kid's a hell of a guitar player.

I'll have to take a listen at some point.

[holds up his PINpoint] I could invite him over, if you like. He's a good kid.

Might as well.

All right then. [Doc sends a quick message off to Marty, along with their rough coordinates. A minute later, he receives a reply] On his way -- and bringing the guitar.

I look forward to it.

[it's not long before a young man enters the bar -- he's quite handsome, with soft brown hair and incredibly bright blue eyes -- with a guitar slung over his back. He waves at Doc once he spots him] Doc!

[Doc sits up straight, grinning] Marty! [Excuse him a second as he gets up and gives his friend/honorary nephew a hug]

*You are excused, although Mr. Nancy seems slightly disappointed that he doesn't have a name to call out.*

[Well, here comes Doc now to make introductions] Mr. Nancy, this is Marty McFly, my nephew. Marty, this is Mr. Nancy, storyteller and new to the Nexus.

[Marty offers a hand, smiling] Nice to meet you.

*He takes it.* A pleasure. You've got a nice place here by the look of things.

[Marty shakes firmly -- his skin is as soft as it looks, though there are a couple of calluses from the guitar on his fingers. He chuckles] Not really our place, but it's plenty of fun to visit. Doc said something about you guys doing karaoke?

I happen to be rather fond of it, so we had a round or two.

[Doc, with an almost fatherly chuckle] I may have been bragging about your own musical prowess.

[Marty, grinning] I figured when you told me to bring the guitar. Though, is it still karaoke if you've got an instrument?

A very good question. I'll have to think about that one.

[Doc gets thoughtful himself] I'm not sure. I mean, traditionally karaoke is singing along to other music than your own, isn't it? But I don't know if there's any official rules against playing along to the song as well as singing. . .

[Marty nods] Well, while you're thinkin', I'm gonna see if anybody minds me playing something. [he'll ask the bartender, since he's not sure who else to question]

*Luckily, the bartender doesn't seem to mind.*

[Marty thanks the bartender and heads over to the general area of the karaoke machine, waving at any curious patrons] Hey folks! Got an oldie here for you -- well, it's an oldie where I come from. [he moves the guitar around to the front, strums a couple of practice chords, then launches into "Johnny B. Goode."]

[And it quickly becomes apparent that, if anything, Doc was underselling his musical talents. He plays that guitar like he was born with one in his hands]

*Mr. Nancy sits back and enjoys the show.*

[As does Doc, who applauds along with the rest of the patrons as Marty wraps up the song, takes a bow, then vacates the "stage" for the next person] Bravo!

[Marty grins] Yeah, guess they liked me, eh Doc?

I certainly liked it. You're very good, young man.

[Marty nods] Thanks. I've had a -- [flexes his hand, his smile turning a touch brittle around the edges] a lot of practice.

More than you might like? *He's a canny old god, is Mr. Nancy.*

[Marty sighs] Yeah -- and without anybody even really appreciating it.

[Doc pats his shoulder] Those days are behind us now. These people know what you're worth.