It was a dark night. Clouds had covered up the whole sky, giving the idea of rain to come. She had turned off the lights of her room, the reflection of headlights of cars passing by was reflecting on her wall from time to time. She was sitting on her bed. With her sticks in her hand. Just play it on the magazines and the books she had placed in front of her.
The melody was offbeat, dense and sad. Maybe it's true that music takes out the emotions of the one making it.
A ping came on her phone. She picked it up and saw that Noah had suggested having the next day off so that they can be relaxed for the concert.
She didn't show any emotions. With the same, she replied back, 'okay' and threw the phone a bit away from her reach.
"Do you think it's going to rain tomorrow?", Mika asked as she was closing the drapes.
"Forcast says it's a fifty-fifty chance", Grace replied who was washing her teeth by that time.
