There are some things that are just too hard to resist.
For Lyn, music was one of those things. She liked it in a variety of shades, and it had gotten her through some of the more difficult times of her life. She had the evidence in folders and recorded with various pieces of rudimentary equipment. She wasn't a professional and she didn't have a band. But she was talented, her compositions holding such complexity that it was surprising at her young age. And as she had grown, so had her skill.
She'd been writing a new piece, worked on it for quite a number of hours, and spent most of her time allowed in the club refining it. It was just as the others were breaking up that she sat at the piano, hitting a couple of seemingly random keys to double check the notes, playing them through in her head.
After she was satisifed, she scribbled the appopriate note and then sat back, satisfied. At least for the moment. She was used to being caught up in her own work. There was something transforming about music. Mesmorizing. After she shuffled her papers in order, she noted that once more, everyone else had filtered out.
Well, at least one other person was still there. The new boy. She hadn't exactly met him, though she'd seen him. Heard a few things here and there. Demon. It was a little strange to think of. Demons were a band of creature she wasn't sure she could ever get used to in the world she now moved within. But not all was woodland spirits, elves, and faeries. Vampires, Sirens, and demons also roamed the earth.
She gathered up her papers and stood up. She could be afraid of the unknown or she could at the very least look this particular unknown in the face. Lyn stopped just in front of him, taking note of the guitar. "You're Xander? I missed the last few meetings, so I missed your introduction. I'm Evelyn." She extended her hand with a slight smile.