<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080bf"><b><i><div style="text-align: center">"Guitars and drums. Think of a heavier, more gothic style of a cello, or a violin, but you play with your fingers and something they call a "pic". It's like a tiny triangular piece of plastic that's made for playing across strings, just like a violin, except it's nothing like a bow." She looked over to him and smiled. "I'm corrupting you already, huh?" Bre laughed and held her left hand over her stomach, she laying there, closing her eyes and relaxing.​</div></i></b></span>