#stastarter

[luca-accorsi]

I need a break from homework, this couch is way too uncomfortable to focus.

[always-lost-in-stereos]

Erin Rose really loved her studio, she really did. It was quiet, secluded from the rest of the campus and built to block the good majority of unwanted static (she outright refused to consider that annoying, excited chatter anything else) that tried to get through her head while she tried to compose. It was here could she actually think and hear the melodies flowing in her mind, losing herself into the mass amounts of sheet music that pooled around near the base of the piano as she just played and played and played.

But even a place as tranquil as this had its flaws. One of them came at the dreaded sound of a squeaking door being opened. Or a knock. Or (Erin's least favorite) both. 

At once, the music was lost, the world around her returning to its duller shades as she turned around, slight (only slight, she willed) annoyance painted on her face when her eyes met with another's. She really wasn't that angry, honest. But interruptions weren't exactly on her top ten, even more so when she in the middle of composing. So when the first words flew out of her lips, it accidentally sounded a littler sharper than she had originally intended.

"... Can I help you with something?" She wasn't going to even ask if the person was lost because that much was evident to her.