Sam picked up her glass and slowly turned it in her hands, occasionally taking a drink, but mainly just using it to have something to do with her hands. She smiled, "Well, I don't necessarily have a particular kind of music. I listen to everything depending on my mood." She looked him in the eyes and smiled softly. "It can be Chopin one moment, Metallica the next, followed by a ballad." She smiled. "My playlists would give another person a headache." She smiled thinking of all the different music she listened to.<br/><br/>She took another drink of beer and realized she had finished it. She set her glass aside and looked back at him, "What about you? What do you listen to, but more importantly, what do you play?" She glanced over at the guitar and then back to him. She covered her mouth as she stifled a yawn.