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 [i]Is this an insult?[/i]he wondered. "That's ricockulously easy."he remarked, sliding his left hand to the first fret. "I'm a bit insulted, there's like five million songs that use the 'A minor, G, F, G' cord progression. But whatever." He strummed the shiny Strat, playing each of the previously mentioned cords. He then slid the iridescent, triangular pick into his pocket. "Since we don't have a cowbell..." he whipped his long, barbed tail around, then moving the gleaming black tail to the guitar, he tapped the red instrument with his hand, picking the strings with his tail, even singing along.

He had to admit, it was a classic, if a bit old. She had good taste in music, he looked over the girl as he played. [i]Well, I'm not too sure about this program, but even if it doesn't work out, I'm definitely hitting that.[/i] he thought to himself, he kinda wanted to get with every girl he saw, but he was a teenager, it was probably totally natural. He had forgotten how much he liked the song, simple but good, one of the first he'd learned, actually. After he finished the song he looked at her and said, "The name is Derek, you've got a pretty good taste in music." in a raspy, yet soothing choice, the kind only a singer had. "I'm gonna -assume- you're my match, hottie with drumsticks? It's pretty obvious." he concluded as he played a few muted riffs.