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[Allela Katherine Rosslyn]

How she had gotten roped into teaching guitar to a bunch of kids over the summer was far beyond Allela’s understanding, but she had a feeling that Jack Daniels might have been to blame. Well, Jack Daniels and her usual mouth that had a reoccurring habit of landing her into situations she could barely remember. Anyway, her early mornings that were usually spent either curled up in bed or sprawled out on the couch while her thumbs worked away at the controller of her X-box were now taken up by a group of eight small ten year olds who were all eager to learn to play. Their parents must’ve thought that they’d get a nice break out of it, but Allela wanted to tell them just how wrong they were. Once she had an instrument in her hand she wanted more and soon enough it was a regular moment in the Rosslyn household for the pink haired girl to have one of her parents shouting at her for playing over the television. At least the group of kids in upstairs of the record store were okay kids; there might be a 911 call otherwise when Allela’s impatient and ferocious temper flared. Luckily, it hadn’t happened yet and there was only one more week to go before Hugh would be back and take over his regularly scheduled class again.

Once she was done for the day, she locked her trusty old guitar in its case and slung it across her back, reaching down only to grab her bag and her bottle of Mountain Dew. She spent a bit of time looking through the vinyl, but since she had been there every day there was nothing new in that she didn’t already own already. Even then, when something good came in one of the guys put it aside for her to have first look at. There were perks to coming into a small store as often as Allela did with this one and those perks only magnified when she befriended the staff and often drank them under the table at parties and concerts that they all went to. That was the perk of being Scottish. Still, she wasn’t used to being out and about so early in the day. Allela liked to take her time and not rush in the mornings. Rushing only put her in a bad mood and the people who called themselves her friends could vouch for how terrible that could be, especially if someone just pushed her that little bit further. Luckily, the good weather often put the musician in a fairer mood and that morning the sun had been beating in through the window when her alarm rung out. It had been hot enough for her to decide to leave her old car in the garage of her building and take the longer walk to the class.

The walk took her though the park and Allela was retracing her steps back home when she decided to stay out for a little bit longer. She had no other matters to deal with that day and it wasn’t her shift in at the theatre. Finding herself a nice spot out in the open sunlight, she tossed her bag to the ground and then gently placed her guitar case near it, bundling up her jacket to rest against it as a sort of pillow while she fished her iPod and the big, colourful headphones from the bag. Scrolling through to find the playlist that took her fancy, Allela made herself comfortable laying on the cool grass and closed her eyes, enjoying the music. It was only when she felt someone’s shadow blocking her from the sun that her eyebrows furrowed and a long sigh escaped from her lips. “Excuse you, but you’re in ma way an’ that’s no’ a good place ta be.”

[/color] She had a feeling she’d open her bright blue eyes to find a familiar face, but Allela wouldn’t be all that surprised if she were wrong. This was New York, after all, and people had a particular habit of waltzing in and trying to make something that wasn’t theirs, theirs!
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TAGGED! Open! <3
WORDS! 694!
OUTFIT! Big ol’ mess!
LYRICS! Speeding Cars - - - Imogen Heap
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