Jasmine sat in her home studio composing a song. She wore a black comfortable sweat pant and a strapless top that fit her petite frame like a second skin. Her cap was turned backwards holding her hair in place.
She was deep in thoughts as she rearranged the lyrics one more time. She read through the notes but her heart was not contented with the finished product. The lyric was good but it lacked something. What it lacked , she had no idea.
As she tried playing on the piano, it sounded plain to her ears. She needed to spice things up. As she stared on the paper, she could feel her mind turning into it self. She needed a break.
She stood up from her stool as her 5'9 frame stretched. She was alone in the mansion since her family members all went to work. Putting on her mask. She changed into a sport bra and a black jumper as she jogged out of the house. Their mansion was located in one of the high end regions of town.
