Post by Kiara "Kitty" Roseland on Mar 12, 2013 7:44:36 GMT -5
Kitty had Benny tucked away in her bag, the worn bunny's head sticking out from the satchel, her guitar was slung around her back and she had her amp in hand, a bottle of water in her bag as well as a egg sandwich she had gotten from the local 7/11. She was still living in pretty shit conditions, but Kitty was thankful that now, since she had graduated and officially started to do gigs and get more money for it she was able to afford that shoddy apartment in downtown Tottenham. It was an area she had been familiar with since childhood as it had been where she had met her friend and tutor under the bridge. Even to this day she'd still go there sometimes, just to give him her thanks, and her apology for not being there when he had passed on.
Apparating to the Mountain Ranges, Kitty set down her portable amp and took out the connection cords from her bag, plugging in her electric guitar. She tested it out with a simple G chord, and the echo of the sound bounced off the tall mountains around her, the acoustics of it were brilliant here. Kitty absolutely loved it, this was her favourite place to practice. It was so quiet here, so she could just jam and scream all she wanted and the only souls that could hear her were the odd small animal which lived in the tree tops overhead.
Starting to play random chords, she just started to yell her frustrations and anger, her happiness and her sadness all molding words which flowed like melodic rivers from her mouth as she shut her eyes and just let it all out. This was her free style, and it was also her way of telling the world to go fuck itself.
She was so lost in her yelling of frustrations about the price of electricity that she didn't even notice there was someone approaching.
Apparating to the Mountain Ranges, Kitty set down her portable amp and took out the connection cords from her bag, plugging in her electric guitar. She tested it out with a simple G chord, and the echo of the sound bounced off the tall mountains around her, the acoustics of it were brilliant here. Kitty absolutely loved it, this was her favourite place to practice. It was so quiet here, so she could just jam and scream all she wanted and the only souls that could hear her were the odd small animal which lived in the tree tops overhead.
Starting to play random chords, she just started to yell her frustrations and anger, her happiness and her sadness all molding words which flowed like melodic rivers from her mouth as she shut her eyes and just let it all out. This was her free style, and it was also her way of telling the world to go fuck itself.
She was so lost in her yelling of frustrations about the price of electricity that she didn't even notice there was someone approaching.