As Ulrich started to tune his guitar, Iris crossed her legs on the bed and watched him, wishing she had learned to play an instrument. Not the guitar, but she had always liked the violin or the piano. Unfortunately, her father had deemed music lessons worthless and she never got around to it.
Iris' musings were interrupted as Ulrich started his song. His voice was deep, and his fingers moved fluidly across his guitar like an expert. Iris was amazed. Beautiful... was the only adjective that came to her mind as she was rendered speechless. The music had a sad tone, but it was the kind that made you stop and listen with your eyes closed, reminiscing over forgotten memories.
When Ulrich finished playing, Iris couldn't stop herself from smiling. "Wow...that was...amazing," she said. "You're really good. And the song was...wow," she added, blushing slightly when she realised that she was just repeating herself.