Anything worth doing was worth doing right. Roland didn't talk very much, he had only two questions: Why does it hurt the fingers so much? and Where can I get a good guitar?
He wasn't overly ecstatic about the whole thing, but he wasn't over ecstatic about much, save for guns. He was patient when Charlie went off on his own to play songs, he liked hearing them, although there were a few times when he twirled his finger so Charlie would get to a point.
When it was over, he asked another question. "Do you have a band?"