sing like you think no one's listening
When: Late morning/early afternoon
Where: Guitar Center!
Saoirse was in an awful mood, but so were most of the people in her house. There'd been a vampire attack, an actual local vampire attack, and who else was going to come under immediate fire but the Heme crowd? It would still open tonight, but Saoirse wasn't looking forward to it. And she couldn't stay in the house, everyone was so stressed out and Saoirse wanted her space from all that. She'd headed to campus to see if she could find a free practice room - and of course, she couldn't. Great. She needed her own damned piano. She had one, in Grand Rapids - her parents had actually kept it - but she didn't feel right having it brought down here. That piano belonged there, back in the place where Saoirse had been a human.
God, I make no fucking sense. Driving herself crazy with her own thoughts, Saoirse finally headed over to Guitar Center, and straight into the keyboard room. She didn't have any intention of buying, not really. She just wanted to play for a while. The staff here was pretty cool about letting people dick around and jam away, so that was what she did. She sat down at one of the electric pianos, and just played, whatever came to mind, whatever she felt like, and she didn't care who was listening.