[Johnny was seated on an old office chair in his room, not expecting to have anyone be listening. Those that live there have gotten used to Johnny's playing, and have gotten good at ignoring it. He looks a little surprised at first. In his hands is a lovely new blue Gibson Les Paul.]
Oh, hey man. Didn't see ya there. Thanks. You can come in, ya know.
[Not that there was much to sit on in his room, or much of anything else at this point. There was another chair, though, and a futon-like bed on the floor in the corner.]
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Oh, hey man. Didn't see ya there. Thanks. You can come in, ya know.
[Not that there was much to sit on in his room, or much of anything else at this point. There was another chair, though, and a futon-like bed on the floor in the corner.]