Who: Andrea, OPEN
When: Nov 29, 2008. Saturday. 1pm
Where: The Coffee shop/cafe, sitting at one of the outside/sidewalk tables.
Rating/Warning: TBA

The sad thing, really, was that Andrea couldn't even pretend to be too surprised by it. The other girls had been nice enough, and she's always known it was going to happen. They just, didn't click. She was always sort of the odd one out, and she knew she got on their nerves sometimes. Hell, she seemed to get on everyone's nerves sometimes. She couldn't really seem to help that though.

Bundled up in a hoodie, messenger bag slung over her chair, she sat slumped toward the outside table. She had a notebook in front of her, along with a huge cup of hot cocoa, and was scribbling quickly. Her normally fun, bubbly, happy songs, had suddenly taken a slightly darker edge, it seemed, but dammit, she was sad. She went from being in an awesome, kickass, all girl band, to suddenly not being. Sure, now she could sing the songs she wrote, but that didn't do much good since she didn't have a band anymore.

She was so caught up in her thoughts and the notebook in front of her, she didn't even notice someone approaching her table.