Huh? Oh, hi. I'm Rebecca Lawrence. Inside the room was Rebecca, her long brown hair pulled to the side a braid that stayed away from her face and therefore proved to be less bothersome than usual. She was sitting on the floor, unworried by the several layers of dust that covered many items around her. Of course, such a thing was expected, as she was in an old and abbandoned room, clearly no longer used by any teacher or student. Still, she'd discovered within the first month of her stay at Reed's, and she'd quickly become attatched to it. At some point, she knew that it had to have been the music room before the new one was constructed, as there were few scraps of instruments and pages of music strewn across the floor and shelves. Currently, she was beside a torn page that had once boasted the second movement of a field show. Granted, Becca wasn't giving it much thought; in fact, she wasn't giving any one thing much thought. She never did while meditating.
Eyes shut, she focused on organizing every thought in her mind, slowly working her way past the common knots of her magic as she relaxed. No one ever came here, she wasn't worried about anyone stumbling across her, although a distant part of her made a note to perhaps start cleaning up the room. Ever since she was given a roommate, she'd been spending more and more time in the room, giving her a want to keep the area nice, albeit keep the rustic feel that was so comfortable. The idea was fleeting, and before long, she was back into the swing of shifting across her mind in meditation.
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"Parla al cuore e il tuo desiderio si avverasse."
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