Fifth floor common room, Monday evening

[nadiathesaint]

It was too cold and windy out for Nadia to want to go any where near the roof, so she was crashed out on her back on the common room couch, her guitar balanced on her stomach as she plucked out a tune, her amp turned way down so she wouldn't be disturbing anyone else.

She was singing quietly enough for it to barely count as singing, not paying much attention to the words, just trying to get the guitar right.

It'd been awhile since she'd listened to Counting Crows, and she couldn't help remembering the last time she'd performed one of their songs, almost a year ago. Two, depending on who you asked. . . .

Thus she played, singing softly, and stared up at the ceiling, reminiscing.

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"No idea." He shook his head. "But last night was probably not the best night to go to the radio station to watch Nadia do radio."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi giggled.

"Yeah huh."