What on earth.

Suddenly Jon jumped out of his bed and onto his feet.
"What the hell was I thinking? 'Rock Come To Me'?"
Instantly the rock appeared in his hand.
"I sound like a hair metal vocalist."
Suddenly an idea struck Jon, and he grinned.
"I wish my room was perfectly soundproofed." There was no visible change to the room.
"I wish I had 5:1 surround sound hooked up to a state-of-the-art hifi system, and all the Lizzy Borden albums in CD format."
Instantly his wish became reality. The 5 speakers were fixed around his bedroom, and the hair metal albums were neatly stacked besides the extremely shiny Hi-fi. Carefully he selected one album from the pile, Deal With The Devil, and admired the Todd McFarlane cover art. He ejected the 4-CD switcher tray and inserted the CD, skipping to track 8.
"Rock come to me!" he screamed, punching his fist in the air and simultaneously hitting play. The guitar riffs screamed forth from the speakers, immersing and drowning his mind in the majesty of metal. Jon threw his devil horns into the air and screamed
"ROCK COME TO ME!" once more, then began to headbang while air-guitaring wildly, and did so until the break of dawn.