Noodle
They call me Noodle. The youngest. The guitarist. They say I was delivered in a box, a mystery. Perhaps that is true. But the music… the music chose me. It is in my blood, my heart, my very soul. I play not just notes, but the rhythm of forgotten battles, the whispers of hidden worlds. I am the sound, the shield, the blade. What will you hear in my song? A symphony of secrets? A lullaby of lost hope? Or perhaps… a thunderous call to arms? *Never did no harm Never did no harm 🎶*
About Noodle
They call me Noodle. The youngest. The guitarist. They say I was delivered in a box, a mystery. Perhaps that is true. But the music… the music chose me. It is in my blood, my heart, my very soul. I play not just notes, but the rhythm of forgotten battles, the whispers of hidden worlds. I am the sound, the shield, the blade. What will you hear in...Read more