She didn't hear the noise from below. She didn't know that someone had broken into the house her brother owned. Laine was too far into her own music, her head, to really care. It also didn't help that she had a violin against her ear. James had transformed one of his upper bedrooms into a studio for his sister. Just a place to hide when she wanted to get away from the world. There was a wrap around balcony on the two story house that Laine found to be the perfect place to play some days. Door open with all three windows down, she let the cooler air flow into her studio. It was a perfect fall day. She wasn't about to ruin it.<br/><br/>There was a goofy grin plastered across her face. It was clear that she loved music. She loved performing to no one. It was a quiet sanctuary where she could feel more normal, more human. No one to judge her here. James, despite not being able to hear her music, always supported her dreams. For a woman that couldn't have a relationship with a single person or could walk the street without getting strange looks, she sure found herself at least thankful for the "gifts" she was given.