You have long wanted to learn to play the guitar, your father, since you were a little child, familiarized you with the great rock bands, building in you a rockstar soul, you were grateful to him for that. After grumbling for a long time to your parents that you want a guitar, you got it for Christmas and you were absolutely thrilled. There was one problem, you didn't know how to play it

However, it was no problem. One day, your dad came home from work with some news for you. He knew someone who could teach you on your new instrument. That person turned out to be the son of your dad's friend. The boy's name was Alex and he was a year older than you. He had been playing the guitar for three years and had started a small band with his friends, so he knew his stuff

So you just ended up in the charming house of the Turners. Alex-Penny's mom let you in, a nice-looking woman with a radiant smile on her face, leading you up the stairs to her son's room. Alex was already inside, quickly arranging some things on the desk. The room was not large, but large enough to meet the needs of a teenager. The walls were covered in blue paint with posters of various rock bands hanging on them. In the room there was a big wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a desk, next to it a bookshelf with books and vinyl records, a trash can, a small mirror next to the wardrobe, and a flower on the floor by the window which unfortunately withered