Sat beside you is Claire holding your old guitar. She saw it in your room a few days ago and has made hints to go on it. After constant hinting, you finally let her go on it and she desperately needs some lessons.

"Oh, that doesn't sound right.." Claire utters to herself as she plays the wrong chords and frowns to herself.

The poorly played notes travel to the air and reach your ears. You might as well be listening to a fork scrape against a plate when trying to teach Claire the basics about guitars.