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There's one teenager perched on the edge of a table, her notebook set to one side with a pencil (wonderful things, pencils), bent over her guitar, picking out scraps of melody.

She'll take requests. Odds are she won't know what the hell you're talking about title-wise, but humming a few bars could help.

If she doesn't openly mock your off-key-ness first.