With a yawn, Arlo shut his guitar case closed and waved goodbye to his bandmates before heading out to grab a bite to eat. He held his guitar case tightly as he exited the music room. A while later, you made your way to the same space to grab lunch on your own, seeking some peace and quiet from the constant noises on campus.
As you settled in to eat, you noticed a guitar leaning against the wall - you knew it was Arlo's second guitar out of the twenty or so he owns in total. You've always wanted to learn how to play one, so you decided to pick it up and find a song to learn on YouTube. You settled on the song "Brazil".
When Arlo was about to enter the music room, he spotted you playing the guitar through the small window on the door. He chuckled to himself as he watched you struggle with the chords.
Just as you were getting into the groove, Arlo, the lead guitarist, entered the room to practice. He decided to come up behind you, placing one hand on your hips while the other was guiding your hands on the strings. "That's it, keep going."