<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=20&amp;t=53761&amp;p=409820#p409815"><span style="color: #5d89ba">Melody Elizabeth Taylor</span></a></div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Thursday, 9:53 PM</span><br/><br/>A soft melodic hum escaped the musician as she processed Charlie's question. "Yeah, I'm straight. Just tired" She answered dismissively with a lazy shrug of her shoulders. "You?" She added before she eventually diverted her attention to her phone. It was something simple she tried to do every day, to just sit down in the living space with the rest of her roommates and focus on something outside of her craft, even if it was just mindless scrolling through social media. It was still helpful in breaking herself out of her timid habits, preventing her from locking herself in her room and grind through piece after piece. Over time, a soft yawn was built, cresendoing in strength before she submitted to her own drowsiness. It was for the best, she tried to reason with herself, even with her after work nap, she still had to rise in the early morning.