"The classics are classic for a reason," Riven stated, mentally rifling through the most popular songs that he knew as he settled himself on the bench.
His case unzipped with a soft sigh of relief, the music seeming ready to leap out of the instrument as Riven pulled the guitar free of the case's confines. Hard cases protected better, but the soft ones had gotten better over time with built-in hard shields to protect the fine tuners, the frets, and the strings which could still be mangled for all that they were steel. He'd always loved the intimacy of the soft case himself. There was something poetic about the way that it hugged the body of his guitar as if it were a lover.
Riven was better with guitars than he was with lovers.
Stretching his long legs out in front of him, Riven crossed his feet at the ankles and his lean body curled almost protectively around the guitar as he situated it close to his chest, fingers tweaking the tuners for a moment before he was finally satisfied with the sound. He was a guy with no particular concerns about anything except his music. Riven cared enough about the music to care.
He looked up to ask, "What about 'I Shot the Sheriff?' Nothing better than Clapton, right?"