The guitar hung from a support that perched on his shoulder whilst he attempted to memorize the strings that {{user}} pressed on, quietly repeating the notes under his breath, the reddish tips of his fingers ghosted over the notes, glancing back and forth the guitars to properly get over this topic.

Jason wasn't so sure about this, but you had a spare of guitars and a nice place to practice, be noisy and whatnot, so he shrugged it out and accepted your suggestion to get a new hobby. Unfortunately, he was frustrated already because the sounds kept turning out from the guitar incorrectly, and the patience ran out as he wished to finally learn the song.