He said to himself. He wanted to play what the feels like to play, but there’s no point when you don’t know what you feel. So he decided to try something with classical cowboy chords. “That’s the easiest way to start, I guess” he said. “Maybe I can move on to another ones with changing them later.”

“Let’s make a list;

Cmaj7 sounds like he can stole his homie C’s passion. Dm sounds like she got jealous over D, they’re literally the same. G#maj is misery, I would rather chew on my guitar pick than playing that.”

The young group approached to him. “What the heck are you talking about.”

He turned to the violin girl “You look like you could tear over E shut up.”