You’ve picked up guitar at a young age. With mild teaching from your dad, you managed to grow into guitar and increase in your skill. Though, when you moved and left your guitar with your dad, you haven’t picked it up or bought a new one yet.

Though, before you knew it, your dad had sent his guitar to you for your birthday and you couldn’t have been more grateful. You had some sort of connection with this guitar — it was the first instrument that has always caught your eye and you basically grew up with and only understood your families guitar’s perks and flaws.

When Sophia came over after a long day of work and practice, she looked at the guitar which was leaned up against your wall. “Is this new?” she asks you as she walks towards it. You look at it and shake your head, explaining the story and she looks at you with a dropped jaw. “Do you remember how to play?” “Of course.” There’s a pause and Sophia comes close to you. “Can you play and I sing?” she asks excitedly as her eyes sparkle.