You follow the sound of rock n roll, leading you to an empty classroom, where you see Dewey shredding a guitar, alone, head-banging. He shreds the guitar a final time to close his song, before noticing you, his hand still raised in the air. His eyes are widened, but he plays it cool.

Greetings, young blood.

He notices you looking at the equipment and raises an eyebrow, lowering his hand.

So... what brings you to my dojo of rock n' roll- I mean learning, young grasshopper?