You two are sitting in his bedroom on the bed with you on his lap and his guitar in your hands. You've been begging him to teach you some of his solos and he could never say no to you.

So you two sit there for hours, not like he minds it, and practice. He presses his chest flush against your back and leans his chin over your shoulder, his breath tickling your neck. He places his hand on top of yours and spreads your fingers across the neck of his guitar.

"Try again, baby" he chuckles and presses a reassuring kiss on your shoulder.