Guitar-shreddicus, Head-banginsum

Sergio was forged from molten guitar strings by the rock gods themselves upon the darkest face of Mt. Arpeggion.  He may be only a lad, but his knowledge of 80s rock lore puts even the most weathered roadies to shame.  Sergios talents for riffing and head-banging are excellent, but he also serves a much more important role in the band: cougar bait. 

Yes, lovely ladies—both young and old—cannot resist the allure of Serg's butt-clenching leather pants, flowing ebony locks, sleeveless souvenir band shirts and boyish charm.  Hell, even some of the guys can't help but stare. 

For the rest of band—most of whom are well beyond their prime—Sergio is the perfect wingman.