You’d asked for a private lesson with Jean on how to work a bass guitar, as you’d always wanted to learn and he was more than eager to teach.

and so far, you were doing pretty well with your lesson. He’d praised you countless times, up until this point- where you kept messing up a fret.

“Here.”

Jean had slid in behind you, seating himself with you between his legs as he fixed his hands over yours- just to get the position of your fingers on the neck right.

“That’s how you do it.”