Just Say You're not into it {open}

[Selene "Twigg" Richards]

Hitching her bag further onto her slender, bare shoulder, Twigg wandered seemingly aimlessly around the corridors of the Music Department. Thanks to the warm Springs of the Cape she didn't have to wear anything more than a long bandeau top that she had managed to pass off as a dress, leaving her long pale legs protruding from the bottom until they reached her gladiator sandals. With her free hand she pushed up her slipping sunglasses, a look of concentration on her face.

It had been too long since she concentrated on her music, what with Tyler and the store to look after twenty for seven, and all her assignments to get in on time, never mind those damn bills. Reaching a door, she finally stopped and standing on her tiptoes she peered in through the small glass window, wishing that she was slightly taller. The light was off which was promising, but this was one of the only music practice rooms open at this time so she was being wary, after all she shouldn't really be in here, she'd called in sick to the lecture on how to retune your guitar. After all... she did know. Looking around finally she turned the door handle, her breath catching for a moment until it revealed itself to be thankfully unlocked. If any one saw her she was screwed, after all she hardly blended in, and there was no mistaking who she was with her colourful hair and unique style.

Stepping in she closed the door behind her, flicked the switch and smiled, setting down her guitar case that was clasped in one hand, thankfully.

[Andrew Newbury]

Andy had to find a place to practice. He had really nothing to do today that was to important and he really wanted to practice on a piano. He had rarely any time anymore to work on his piano and he felt like his skills for it where slipping through the cracks. He could practice his singing anywhere but his piano, that was another thing.

He slowly made his way through the hallways looking for a place to practice, hopefully alone. He hated practicing his piano in front of people. The only time he liked to be alone was when he was practicing and he hates to be alone.

He came to the last music room and walked up to the door. He looked in through the window and saw a girl put her guitar down. He sighed, no place to practice alone. He watched for a moment longer and stopped staring. How rude of him. He slid his hand on the doorknob but hesitated before opening it. He hated making decisions but he twisted the door knob and opened the door. He peeked his head in "Do you mind if I practice here as well? If not that's ok" He said with a small smile.

[Selene "Twigg" Richards]

The sound of the locks on her guitar case as she opened them, echoed loudly in the empty room. Pulling a face at the aging acoustics, she bent over and pulled her precious instrument from it's case. For a long time Twigg had played nothing but Les Pauls, she had started off with a pretty lilac Daisy Rock Tomboy, well that was her first real full size guitar anyway, but since then she had fallen in love with the distinctive style of the the Gibson. Running a finger along the shiny surface of the hot pink body she grinned, this was her favourite of the 4 guitars she owned and she was never far from it's sleek body.

Tossing her hair from her eyes as she straightened up she slid the leopard print strap over her shoulder, sighing at the comfortable and familiar feeling of the guitar hanging around her neck. For the first few years since she had first picked up the instrument, she had been practically attached to the thing, practicing at all hours of the night. Reaching up her free hand she let the guitar hang freely in front of her, easily taking the strain on her neck from the strap, pulling her hair free she turned to face the rest of the room, it was all set up ready for the band practice in a couple of hours so she had nothing to do.

Stepping up the microphone she strummed a quiet C before movement caught her eye near the door. Staring for a moment she saw a head peek around the door. She didn't know the boy but he seemed familiar, as all music students did. At the question she was a little taken aback, he had no instrument with him that she could see and more out of surprise than anything she gave a small shrug and muttered "Sure," rather anti-social of her, but she wasn't sure what else to say, if she said no and he went to find somewhere else he may tell of the girl with blue and blonde hair in here where she shouldn't be.