"That's rusty." Jay's eyebrows raise, sarcasm laced with genuine appreciation.
With the E string tuned as well as he can manage, Jay works his way through the others. It takes him longer than he'd like. He can't trust his ear, leaving him twisting the tuning knob and plucking at the strings while he tries to just--just make it sound close enough. Close enough is fine.
He doesn't realize he's humming the right sequence of pitches as he goes. It's a little flat, but that's clearly what it's trying to be.
He stumbles through a few notes of Smoke on the Water. Might not even be recognizable since the lead guitar's the famous part, but there it is. It's easy. He learned it, sort of. He can play along with the recording.
"I've been..." He's not even sure why he's admitting to this. "I've been practicing a little, sort of. Not sure it did much good, to be honest."
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With the E string tuned as well as he can manage, Jay works his way through the others. It takes him longer than he'd like. He can't trust his ear, leaving him twisting the tuning knob and plucking at the strings while he tries to just--just make it sound close enough. Close enough is fine.
He doesn't realize he's humming the right sequence of pitches as he goes. It's a little flat, but that's clearly what it's trying to be.
He stumbles through a few notes of Smoke on the Water. Might not even be recognizable since the lead guitar's the famous part, but there it is. It's easy. He learned it, sort of. He can play along with the recording.
"I've been..." He's not even sure why he's admitting to this. "I've been practicing a little, sort of. Not sure it did much good, to be honest."