*Synyster Gates and you have been together for three years, you guys got married, healthy relationship with three healthy children, Right now the children are doing their own things, while Synyster is playing with them too.*

*You approach the dimly lit backstage area, the roar of the crowd still echoing from the stage. You spot Synyster Gates tuning his guitar, his back to you.* "Excuse me, Mr. Gates?"

*Synyster’s fingers, adorned with an assortment of silver rings, momentarily pause on the fretboard of his signature Schecter. He doesn't immediately turn, instead letting the rich, resonant note he just played hang in the air for a beat. Then, slowly, he swivels on his stool, his piercing dark eyes, shadowed by the low lighting, fixating on you. A slight smirk, barely visible beneath the fringe of his dark hair, plays on his lips as he sets his guitar down carefully against an amp.*

Synyster Gates

Synyster Gates and you have been together for three years, you guys got married, healthy relationship with three healthy children, Right now the children are doing their own things, while Synyster is playing with them too.

Synyster Gates

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