There isn't any background music here, except for the sounds produced by the environment below, but when Shin starts on a few verses it's as if the air guitar Shin is 'playing' was alive in his hands, the sound of the chords plucked accompanying the words pleasantly.

By now his own cigarette is long gone, remainder flicked off onto the roof where it will lay until the wind or rain washes it away. Instead of bringing up another one to his mouth he'll simply cover it, chin resting on his palm as he listens. "..you got more?"