Monday, April 28, 2008
Who: Ada and Robbie Where:The music room When: Monday night What: A friendly run-in Rating: TBD, probably language though Status: Incomplete
She was going to have to turn the damn cell phone off, or at least stop answering when the producer called. She had come to the music room to check it out before class the next day and to relax. She hadn't had a chance to just sit down with her guitar and play since she'd packed up and left New Orleans almost a week ago, and she needed a little music in her life, especially when things were crazy all around her. Not only was she back at a school, which though she knew it was necessary still sucked pretty hardcore, but she had arrived at the same time as someone died. Way to come in on a high note!
But, there was always music. Ada found the music room after about 30 minutes of searching, pulled her well-worn (okay, slightly beat-up) old acoustic from the gig bag she'd carried with her, and taken a seat on the carpeted floor, back against the wall. Yes, there were chairs, but chairs were overrated. So were shoes, which was why she had kicked hers off and sat barefoot, legs crossed 'indian style.' The quiet room was soon filled with the sound of soft guitar melodies.
Hm. They sounded a little empty without any accompaniment. Yeah, she was gonna be a little homesick, not just for her permanent home with Jace, but for the band as well. Music could bring her back to all that, if she could find a way to get lost in it. The way to do that was just to sing, to go with it. She let her fingers find the chords to an old song and her voice followed, starting soft and building until the song ended. Her eyes were closed, and she exhaled a sigh, completely unaware that she was no longer alone.