"I actually met a guy who said that his room was covered in wards...He seemed pretty impressed by it. So I'm guessing that most of the rooms are themed," Ella commented.
She looked at Chelsea in horror when she mentioned singing. "Oh no. I don't sing. I just write. And play. But no singing. Not for me. No way."
She busied herself by pulling out her keyboard. She set it up on the stand, plugged it in, and plugged in the pedal. She even had a little seat that she unfolded. She went and grabbed her journal and set it up on the stand on the keyboard. She didn't need it for the music, she had that memorized. She wanted to see how the lyrics fit with the music as she played it.
Ella sat down and looked at Chelsea, suddenly a little nervous. She smoothed her hair and bit her bottom lip, worrying over if Chelsea would like this side of her - would understand her.