The boy helped Jessica out of the box - she struggled to take his hand and hold her guitar at the same time, but she still managed to do both. When she got out, she looked at the boy that helped her, then at the other boys. They stared at her, and she nearly hid herself behind her guitar.
The boy who'd been in the box with her seemed almost amused. "Welcome to The Glade, Greenie. I'm Alby, by the way."

A blonde boy stepped forward. "Where did you get that?" he asked, gesturing towards the guitar.

"Uh- I don't know," Jessica murmured, looking at the ground.
"Can you play it?" the boy asked.

"I don't know. I mean- yeah. I can," Jessica stammered.

"That's not fair," a younger boy spoke up from in the crowd. "None of us came up with instruments. Or anything. Just us!"

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

Another boy stepped forward. "Can you play something?"
The blonde boy stepped toward Jess. "Don't scare her. She just got her. We can figure out the guitar later," he said.

For the first time, Jessica spoke up. "No! Wait! I can play something."

Everyone turned to stare at her.
She positioned herself so that she was standing in front of all the boys. "I wrote this while I was in the box," she smiled.

The girl sat down on the ground and started plucking at the guitar's strings, and then strumming. She sang softly, but the boys could understand the words she sang.
"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I'm a house of cards

You're the kind of reckless that should send me running' But I kinda know that I won't get far

And you stood there in front of me

Just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see

What I was thinking of"

She didn't look up as she sang, but she smiled. The boys watched and listened to her talent in awe.

"Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain

kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain

Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile"

She finished playing and grinned, looking up. The boys were speechless.
"That was- really good," Alby said. He held out his hand and helped her up. "Well, someone better show you around. Newt?"

The blonde boy stepped forward. "That's me," he grinned.