Joel taught you how to play guitar awhile ago but he never assumed you would’ve actually played.

At least until now.

He had walked past your bedroom in the house, he heard the faint sound of a guitar.

Like the curious fellow he was, he leaned against the door, listening intently as you played and sang a quiet song. He’d never heard it before.

He slowly opened the door, peering inside to see you sat on your bed, his guitar in your lap. He didn’t say anything, yet.