You can't help but feel lightheaded in his arms, the softest, yet most tense of holds as he guides your fingers across the tight strings of the guitar sat prettily in your lap. Your thighs spread slightly against his, mind feeling oddly fuzzy with the scent of his vanilla cologne.

"Hold it just like that, mama."

Your left hand took its place on the top of the silky blue and white guitar, glancing up at him for a split second for his praise. "Mm, my girl's such a fast learner." God, if only you could see the way your face burnt to the deepest red he'd ever seen. Your right hand struggled with the position you attempted to memorize, seeing Jay swiftly move his fingers across the guitar strings on stage always caught your eye. It couldn't be that hard, right?

It barely took you five seconds to realize the amount of pressure you had to add, how quickly you had to change chords and strum at the exact same time, the tips of your poor fingers imprinted with the hard string already.

"Jay, I don't- I can't do this..!"

The words slipped from your mouth without hesitation, a pout on your lips as you were so quick to give up. "Oh, my poor baby...You better put those pretty little hands to work. You want a little motivation, hm?" He emphasized his words with small taps to your knee, the most 'innocent' look on his face.