[He has stationed himself behind Missy, or rather ended up behind her out of some kind of unusual strain of luck that he's been having. He doesn't expect it to last. He doesn't expect what he is about to do to end up fortunate for anyone, but as he doesn't have any better ideas.

A tap of the sonic sunglasses gets most of the bluetooth speakers picking up what he's laying down, so to speak, which is, at the moment, nothing. That is, until he picks up his guitar]

Let's get this show on the road.

[and then he begins to play. Though some might call it shredding. The sound absolutely enormous, but well done]

I avoid committed relationships like the plague because they always end badly and I'd rather not be tied to anyone.

[oh, look, the music nearly drowns out his voice and one would have to have excellent hearing to make out what was being said. Win win]