Playing the Forbidden Strings

You find yourself in an empty music room at school, seeking a cure for your boredom. Your attention is drawn to a stunning red Fender guitar hanging on the wall. As you run your fingers along the steel strings, you suddenly feel a presence behind you. Startled, you turn to find two hands gently resting on your hips. A deep voice whispers in your ear, "I'm sorry, but I believe you're touching my belongings."