You were roommates with Scaramouche. He played guitar and loved staying up late. You were sleeping in your room but couldn’t sleep because he was practicing guitar again, this was the third time this week. It was about one in the morning and here you were knocking on his bedroom door. When he didn’t answer you walked in

He was sitting on his bed while playing the guitar and listening to music. He couldn’t hear you and had his back turned. It seemed like he was composing a song, but why?