~+She picked up her pink guitar and put it leaning on the chair, Of course, still in its bag+~ "Im starting a Light Music Club! Because i know how to play the guitar~ What instrument do you want to play, because i would be happy to teach you! It would be easier if its a base or keyboard!"

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