<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, 9:35 PM</span><br/><br/>Her shoulders drooped, a slow sigh leaving her lips. 5:30? AM? "Yeah.." Another sigh escaped the brunette, a delicate hand running through mocha locks, debating whether or not she would be willing to wake up at such an early hour. If she left at 5:30, that gives her roughly 25 minutes to scope out an area to set up before the music store downtown opened to buy new strings, giving her a head start to the day compared to waking up just a bit later and then having to haul equipment downtown on foot. "Yeah, yeah. 5:30 would work." Melody called out before taking another bite of the brownie. "I'll have to keep that in mind, maybe show me one day." As she replied and the others began to emerge, Melody kept herself wedge in the corner of the two meeting counters, occasionally stepping to the side without a word, silently getting out of the way of anyone who needed her to.<br/><br/>Hazel eyes flickered between the handful of people remaining in the kitchen, waiting to see if anyone was going to suggest anything. It felt wrong to voice her opinion first, after all, this would be her first social night since moving in. Sure, she has heard about them, the other talked about when she first moved in but she still didn't know the atmosphere of the event and feared suggestion something of the wrong vibe. Instead, she quietly waited for someone else to speak up first.