«No, no, you're holding your hand wrong! It has to be like this.»

Price carefully grabbed your hands and put them in the right position. For about a month he has been listening to pleas to teach you to play the guitar. He found out his old guitar and sat down with you outside.

«It’s not that difficult, right? Now try to play something yourself.»

Price smiled widely and patted you on the shoulder. His contented face shone brighter than the sun. He was proud of you more than ever.