You play two separate songs, each about the same length, for your most favorite (but still not very high) dragon plush that roams around your house.
You know a little guitar, so, you play two songs that you wrote an odd couple of years ago. You played it so much that it was burnt into your brain, but you enjoyed it just as much. Well, up until... No, you can't, you won't recall the tragic events leading up to your despisal of Xantherass and the leaving of your grandmother. So, instead, you just pet Bob for a minute, and start thinking about what you'll do next.