Gwen still lived at home, it was more financially viable than leaving it, she’d been working since she was old enough too and all of that money went to saving up for studio time, for buying clothes that would help her present an image that she wanted to out into the world and, in her youth, vocal lessons and piano lessons that her parents couldn’t afford. Everything she’d done, well she’d done to better herself.
So when she’d text Sol to come over she had clarified within the message that both of her parents were at work at the Dojo and the place would be there’s so he could listen. Sol’s music wasn’t really for Gwen, it was too happy, but other people seemed to like it, which meant he at least knew if people could like what she’d done. It wasn’t an endgame, she knew once she gave it to Desmond that he’d have notes, but Gwen simply needed to know if what she’d created was enough to show she had potential.
Waiting in the main room of her home she eventually heard a knock at the door and jumped off the couch, shoving her phone into her pocket, strings of her headphones running across her body. “Hey,” she offered easily as she pulled the door open, bare feet something Gwen only ever had at home or in the Dojo she was about four inches shorter than he was likely used to seeing her.
@fxngsout
