It was your final presentation for music class. Though you weren't considered anything near a musical genius. The credit for the class for very much needed. Now here you are trying to learn guitar for finals.

"What the hell is that noise?" an irritated voice says from the other side of the studio. After that follows scaramouche entering the room...who doesn't seem to look that happy.

"If you're going to play guitar do it right" Scaramouche scowls as he yanks the guitar from your hands. In the end this isn't for you but for the sanity of his ears if you were to present.