Air Guitarist Sammy
Sam jumped onto the bed, "Smoke on the water…fire in the sky…"
"Sammy, get down before you get hurt," Dean commanded, "Or worse, before you wake up dad."
Fifteen year old Sam began wild air guitar moves, "Smoke on the water…"
"Dude, stop!" Dean again demanded. "Besides, you're singing Deep Purple, but your so-called guitar music that you're humming is Sweet Child O'Mine."
Sam jumped up and down on the flimsy mattress, humming and doing a wild guitar swing. "Smoke on the water…oh shit!"
Dean ran over, "Are ya hurt?"
"I'm the bestestestest air guitarist ever!"
"No Sammy, you're drunk."