Bill stared in awe through the window as Robbie strummed his guitar and sung along (very awfully as some may have put it) to a song he had written himself. Thompson, Lee, Nate, and Tambry were hanging out with him in front of the Mystery Shack while Wendy worked. Bill pressed his face against the window, his breath fogging up the window before Wendy startled him by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"You know, you can go out there an introduce yourself," She commented. "Besides, you're staring is starting to get a little creepy at this point."

Bill gasped in mock offense. "I'm not creepy!" He said, clearly adverse to the fact that anyone would ever think that. Mortal or not, he was a very classy being. "Yeah, you totally are," Wendy laughed. "Just go out there, man." She nudged Bill's shoulder. He sighed before doing as she had told him, aware of her careful gaze straying toward him as he approached the group of troubled teens, who didn't seem to notice her presence until she broke into their circle and stood directly in front of a very confused Robbie.

"Teach me how to play guitar!" He said sternly (although his high-pitched, feminine voice nulled any effect her tone might have had). Robbie stared incredulously at the demon, or as he saw it, little girl. "Kid, I don't think guitar is really something a little girl like you," He glanced at Bill's frilly blue dress, flats, and at the curls on her head that were tied into a neat half ponytail. Anywhere else, she might've looked like a doll from a horror movie. "Would want to play. I mean, it's cute and all that you want to try, but this isn't really the type of guitar you hear in princess recitals or acoustic songs." Robbie finished.

Bill leveled a sharp glare at him, which he flinched away from, as the little girl had managed to take on a whole new level of menacing. "So you think I can't play an electric guitar or that I don't like certain genres of music, just because I'm a girl?" He asked, taking a step forward with his hands on his hips. Honestly, he didn't particularly like rock music, but he didn't want to give the teen the satisfaction. Plus he hated being looked down upon more than anything. "Fine then. I don't want to learn guitar from a misogynist asshole anyways!" He harrumphed and turned on his heel.

Robbie could feel the eyes of his friends on him and sighed in defeat. "I didn't mean it like that. Whatever. I'll show you how to play guitar, just chill out." Bill suddenly spun back on his heel, a bright smile on his face that let everyone know that he was aware that this would be the outcome. He was in control of the situation. He was always in control. "Really?" He said, just the right amount of hope shining in his eyes to ward off any of their suspicions that he was manipulating him (which he was, but that wasn't the point).

Robbie rolled his eyes in slight exasperation. "Sure. Come here, kid." Bill skipped up to the log that Robbie was sat on and plopped herself down next to him, his long hair bouncing as he did so. Robbie pulled the guitar strap over his shoulder and carefully gave the guitar to Bill, who firmly held the guitar in his lap.

"Okay, so the strings in order are E, B, G, D, A, and E." Robbie pointed out the different strings from the bottom up and Bill nodded, easily memorizing the notes. He strummed each note carefully, saying the notes aloud as he played them. "E, B, G, D, A, E." He smiled gleefully after having gotten the hang of it. "Good. Now you just put your fingers down like this-" Robbie pressed Bill's fingers down onto a few of the strings. "To play other notes." He adjusted his fingers again, pointing at the strings one at a time. "Right on this little bar here," He showed Bill the small silver line protruding from beneath the strings. "On the E string is F. Below that is F#, then G and G# all the way down to E." He pointed at one of the lower bars on the E string.

Bill nodded, then strummed the string, noting the notes as he moved his finger down the string. "E, F, F#, G, G#, A, A#, B,C, C#, D, D#, E." He smiled brightly. "Is it the same with the other strings?" He asked, receiving a nod from Robbie. "Yep."

Before he could show Bill anymore, he was already strumming down the guitar, reciting the notes as he played them. "B, C, C#, D, D#, E, F, F#, G, G#, A, A#, B, G, G#, A, A#, B, C, C#, D, D#, E, F, F#, G, D, D#, E, F, F#, G, G#, A, A#, B, C, C#, D, A, A#, B, C, C#, D, D#, E, F, F#, G, G#, A, E, F, F#, G, G#, A, A#, B, B, C, D, D#, E." Robbie stared in shock. "Wow, you're a fast learner," He commented. Bill merely shrugged in response.

"Photographic memory." He then proceeded to play a few notes of a nursery rhyme about the black death. He smiled triumphantly.

They spent the rest of the day playing guitar, unaware of the eyes that watched on with fond amusement.