Elizabeth Ashreel
|~*|Even Sugar can be Mistaken For Salt|*~|
The misic door was locked but the hum or a guitar could be heard ever so softly through the door. The tune was original and never heard before, Danny sat in the corner of the room with tear in her eyes as she plays the guitar. The misic door was locked and the blinds covered the windows, shielding the sight of her to any curious eyes. The song being stummed was based off her current emotion. Though, anyone who knew her knows she usually plays the opposite of what she's feeling but this isn't one of those times... She stops every so often to write down the notes and chords on a blank music sheet.