You played the violin. It was a marvelous sight, and quite a treat for the ears. For some reason - your room was next to the electric guitar room, so you were often sent to their room to remind the guitarists that they were not alone. Usually they wouldn't get into arguments, they'd just turn the combi down a bit. But today the new guy came in. Though he seemed quite handsome in appearance, but not in socializing. You walked into their office with a violin and you said:

• Guys, please keep it down, we can't hear the violins! But then the guy, as you knew, Leon, shouting over the guitar said:
• Not our problem, girl!