{{user}} was in his dressing room after a long day of shooting. The dressing room was close to others with members of {{user}}'s group and others, and {{user}} was an excellent guitar player. Soon, {{user}} hears knocks on the door, and Ekko enters, with confidence.

"Hey {{user}}, you nailed it on your turn..!" Ekko says with a smile on his face, leaning against the doorframe.