L'arc en Ciel...yeah Tohru's heard of them, but they just weren't her cup of tea. If they were on the subject of J-rock, Maximum the Hormone and Dir en Grey were more of what Tohru would gravitate towards. Nevertheless, that didn't inhibit her from getting along with Mira. She had to admit, the girl was kind of cute with her pink her and her cheerful smile. It almost made Tohru blush just to look at her, and that's honestly never happened with much girls, but what Tohru liked of her most was her exquisite taste in music, despite the pop. Though metal is her true passion, Tohru has always enjoyed classical music. Besides, had it not been for Bach or Beethoven, none of the bands she honored would exist. For the duration of her performance, Tohru kept it in acoustic, even through the solo. There was no need to amp up the distortion for this beloved masterpiece. Her fingers eloquently and expertly moved about the neck, striking every cherished note with professional precision, not bad for a street punk she thought, and instead of bashing the hell out of her guitar thrasher style, she gracefully strummed the strings with her pick. "[i]Never cared for what they say. Never cared for games they played. Never cared for what they do. Never cared for what they know. But I know.[/i]" 

For a brief moment or so, the rock chick would glance from her instrument and observe the young girl sitting before her and enjoying her music. An odd feeling buzzed about her head as her eyes somehow transfixed on Mira, a soft smile etching across her pale lips. With one last note strummed, she finished her song, the last string humming, fading away into the thin air. "Well, hope that was beautiful enough for you." She said with a nervous laugh in between. "I'm not much for playing sappy ballads, but every once in a while I'll get the feeling to play something softer. My guitar probably appreciates it." But enough about her. Tohru wanted to know more of her roommate. "So what instrument do you play? You can't tell me you don't either. I know those hands, callouses, reddened fingers, the whole nine yards." She grinned lightly at Mira awaiting her reply. "Ain't no mistaking a musician's handiwork, am I right?"