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Mila gently turned the knob and opened cautiously, peeking into her room with a sense of breathlessness. It was classy and nice, much nicer than she had expected. She rolled her suitcase to a stop inside against the wall; however, the jutting of the carpet against the wall caused a bump that caused her unzipped bag of sheet music to topple over. The sheet music spilled out, fluttering to the ground. The different notes and foreign names on the papers jumbled together. The young woman yelped in surprise and bit back a curse, setting her violin aside and going on the ground to sweep it all back up in a messy pile in her arms, the door to her room still left ajar. She would have to take some time to sort them all out; she regretted not taking that extra foreign language class in highschool to help her distinguish between the names.
She was wearing black shorts and a creamy blouse with a rounded collar. She wore a black leather jacket over it; nights were a bit cool sometimes and one could never be too sure. Her soft, long black hair was tied up in a practical ponytail, her bangs brushing her forehead with a few loose strands framing her face. Her sharp, calculating green eyes stood out abruptly against her petite figure and small features.
She wasn't sure how to organize her strewn sheet music, though decided that she should just put them in a disorganized neat pile. She took her open music bag and began to put the papers into it. Her door was still left open, unbeknownst to her.
She was wearing black shorts and a creamy blouse with a rounded collar. She wore a black leather jacket over it; nights were a bit cool sometimes and one could never be too sure. Her soft, long black hair was tied up in a practical ponytail, her bangs brushing her forehead with a few loose strands framing her face. Her sharp, calculating green eyes stood out abruptly against her petite figure and small features.
She wasn't sure how to organize her strewn sheet music, though decided that she should just put them in a disorganized neat pile. She took her open music bag and began to put the papers into it. Her door was still left open, unbeknownst to her.