Eric smirked in amusement at that subtle grimace in John's face. He figured that anything synthetically organic like that couldn't be the most pleasant and he also knew from experience that the real stuff was always the best. Hands down. The fact that John had a sire who was here wast a fact that surprised Eric. The hybrid knew John wasn't alone here, he'd mentioned a family before. The mental note was taken but no more about it was said.
As John got up, Eric swiveled in his seat and faced the sound board. A hand moved up in to his dark hair, fingers pushing the dark curls from his face with abandon. It did no good in spite of the gesture, but he put on the headphones attached to the board anyway.
A few dial turns and knob flips later and the hybrid glanced up at his friend, listening to the man experiment with the instrument. He was a natural, the strings and music resonating from the wood told volumes. And now it was loud enough to keep up with Eric's own guitar. Both of their hearing was good enough, but the recordings weren't near as loud and clear, so this would compensate for that. Now it would be perfect.