Playing my Guitar. [Privatez to Blue Bunny]

I sit on one of the stone benches in the ampitheater just as the sun was starting to set. I had my guitar in my hands, getting strummed on every so often. I look down at my electric-blue Fender Stratocaster, strumming a G chord. I sigh softly and start to play a random Pink Floyd song. The notes come out perfectly, of course. When have they not? As a son of Euterpe, I could pretty much play any instrument and it would sound perfect.