"Thanks," Britta says, accepting the guitar and, after a moment of adjusting, beginning to strum. It's strange, but she's less self-conscious about things like this than she thought she would be, maybe because she's accustomed to Joe watching her as he teaches, to having that attention now. There are calluses on her fingers, her hand's adjusted to the stretching that chords require — between the teaching and the fact that her friends have no real expectations, this is all in fun, somewhere along the way, she actually started learning. "And how hard could the drums be, right? We just need to find someone capable of making some for you, you could totally pick it up in no time."
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Date: 2011-06-27 08:32 pm (UTC)