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"You do, huh?" Roch asked, grinning at her. "I bet it's an awesome one, right?" he teased. This little thing probably did have a rep, he admitted silently. From the slightly threatening response her question about prom had gotten, it was probably a great rep. But not a badass one. "We might have enough to even break up into a couple of bands someday. That'd be awesome. I'm gettin the feeling we've got more than enough guitar players. But hey, I can always play bass if needed."

He paused as they came to a building. "What's that?" he asked, motioning up to it.

"To play or to listen to?" he asked her curiously, glancing back at Hellma's office. Apparently that wasn't the place one wanted to go to... or even look at. "To listen to, I like 'Old Friend' but to play... hmm..." He went silent, thoughtfully thinking of all the songs he'd played over the years.

"I dunno," he admitted. "It depends on what mood I'm in. Some of the funnest songs to play aren't necessarily the ones I would listen to on a regular basis. Not unless I'm the one playing it. What about you? Got any requests?" Which was a strange way to put it, wasn't it?

"You make up your own songs?" Roch asked, rather impressed. "That's one of the things I really wanna do when I come here," he added. He hadn't actually been taught to read music until he was about seven, so the first two years of his training had been completely by ear. It came in handy, sure, but at the same time he didn't feel quite as confident with putting things on paper as he was with repeating what people had done before, maybe making a few changes here and there, but to create something completely from scratch... it was just a little bit intimidating to him.

"Can you play it for me?" he asked.

"Oh, right," Roch said, feeling like an idiot. "I keep forgetting that other people haveta, y'know, carry it," he finished lamely. "I don't think you'd be able to play mine," and it was way too intimate of a thing to offer, in his mind.

"We could go get yours?" he offered. "Or I could try playing it if you hum it?" Yeah, that sounded good! "Actually that would work alright. Unless it needs more than just the guitar," he added, already lifting his right hand in a fist.

Roch watched, one eyebrow raised slightly, a tiny grin pulling at his lips. He even clapped as she finished, pulling a silver seed out of his pocket and tossing it into the hat. "I might actually pull this off," he said thoughtfully, not explaining what he was thinking. "But you came up with that on your own? I'm impressed."

His hands were in his pockets, he wasn't summoning his guitar just yet. "So do you keep the hat with you all the time?" he asked.

A little smile was pulling at his lips as she said her amazing talent kept her alive. It didn't quite reach his eyes, but he glanced up at the sky to hide that fact. This place... sure was different, wasn't it? "Don't see any sun," he told her teasingly. "In fact, don't think I've EVER seen a sun," he said thoughtfully.

"But since you played for me, I should probably play for you, too, right?" he said, pulling his right hand out of his pocket and making a fist. His guitar started taking form, held in his fist a second later. "Let me think... What's a good Claire song?"

Really? He figured a Claire song would be bubbly and a little... well... wandering, but she had claimed to have a reputation, right? "To fit with your rep," he said with a teasing grin. "Something I learned kinda recently, so you can make fun of me if I miss a chord, alright?" he went on as he pulled the strap over his neck and started to play.

He probably could have picked something harder, but seriously, this was CLAIRE. He couldn't see her as hard in any sense of the word. She was... fluffy and sheltered.