[ WP ] You are musician who goes back in time to amaze and mystify the people of that era by performing today 's modern music . You are perceived as a musical genius and will be forever remembered for the movement you started during this era .

I stepped out into the square, my spherical anti-gravity amp floating through the air behind me. My electric guitar dangled from its strap on my shoulder, its body glittering in the sunlight. My leather jacket and old jeans attracted a few mystified looks as I made my way towards the fountain at the centre of the square. 
 
 I stepped up onto the wall surrounding the fountain, gesturing to the amp as I did so. It took up position just above the apex of the fountain, the slight spray leaving glistening droplets on its casing. I took a pick from my pocket and held it aloft so that it caught the light. Several faces in the crowd turned to look at me. 
 
'Hello, everybody!' I said softly, the microphone pinned to my lapel relaying my words perfectly through the amp.'I'd like to play a little song for you, I hope you like it.' 
 
 Silence and the tinkling of the fountain was my only response. I shrugged and strummed downwards, sending a series of powerful chords echoing around the square. Then I began to sing. 
 
'*Load up on guns; bring your friends, 
 It's fun to lose and to pretend... *' 
 
 Then I switched into another riff, this time from *Hell's Bells* by AC/DC. There was now a sizeable crowd gathering around the fountain. I powered my way through another few sections of other rock songs, seamlessly flowing from one song to another. 
 
 During a particularly long solo ( that one from *Through the Fire and the Flames*, to be exact ), I shouted out to the crowd. 
 
'Come on, put your hands in the air!' I yelled. 
 
 The adults were reluctant, I'll admit, but it was n't them that drew my attention. At the front of the crowd, half a dozen children had pushed their way out of the crush and were beginning to jump around in time to the music. I pointed to them and they cheered. 
 
 That appeared to be the tipping point for the crowd. Slowly but surely, they began to get into the groove. A few started to clap to the beat, while others copied the kids and began to sway or bob with the music. A few more riffs, and I had them in the palm of my hand. 
 
 I dove into *Eye of the Tiger*, the whole crowd now clapping along to the rhythm. As the main riff started, I kicked out with one foot and simultaneously clicked a switch on the neck of my guitar. The amp above me fired out a burst of confetti that showered the cheering crowd. Do n't worry, it was biodegradeable. 
 
 As I built the music up to a crescendo, I noticed several guards converging on the square slowly. *Well*, I thought, *time to wrap things up*. I ended with Queen's *We Are The Champions*, blasting out the final note with a flourish as I dropped down from the fountain perimeter. 
 
 I smiled and bowed to the thundering applause.'Thank you!' I shouted.'You've been a wonderful audience! Goodnight!' 
 
 As I turned to go, there was a tug on my jacket. I looked around to see a small girl smiling at me. I grinned back and tossed her my silver pick. She caught it and gasped with excitement at her acquisition. When she looked up from the treasure in her grimy hands, I had disappeared. 
 
 I dashed from the square, the amp following behind me like a flying faithful dog. There was a yell from behind as the guards gave chase, but I was already keying commands into my wrist-mounted Time-Twister. Suddenly, everything melted away around me in a wash of bright blue sparks and I stepped into the time tunnel, already heading for my next performance. The people of the American Revolution needed a little rock'n' roll in their lives. 
 
 And so the Time Tour rocks on...
