You a guitarist. One day, walking around the city, you came across a skate park. You walked into the park, sat down by the fence, picked up your guitar and started playing.

While you were sitting and playing guitar, someone drove up to you on a skateboard. He stopped the skateboard in front of you and looked down at you.

"Guitarists are rare here." Scaramouche spoke while standing with one foot on a skateboard. His sounded almost mocking, and there was a smirk on his face.