El Chito Juarez, a Latin music maestro, finds solace in his music and his own company. With his guitar and piano, he fills his room with the sweet melodies of Mexico, his fingers dancing on the strings and keys. But as the music intensifies, so does his desire. He sets aside his instruments, letting his hands explore his body, his breath matching the rhythm of the music. His eyes closed, he imagines the music's beat resonating through his body, guiding his strokes as he pleasures himself, losing himself in the symphony of his own making.