Amy bit on her lower lip as she dutifully paid attention. She'd find a way to insert the romantic part of the forbidden love between student and teacher somewhere along the lesson, just not now. He'd want her to pay attention. "Okay, so... string, knob, string... until it sounds just perfect." How hard could that be?

She slowly shifted around, making sure she wouldn't drop the 'delicate' instrument as she started experimenting. She gently plucked one string - almost wincing at how bad it came out - and just as gently began to turn a knob. Ever precision was carefully slow, as to not damage anything.