I listened to the others hesitation and wondered if I could really do this, write a song. I'd never done it before and though it seemed like it should be easy like most things it was probably alot harder then it looked. It wasn't that I didn't have alot to work with, my life hadn't been the standard rock and roll star story, I was never hurt by anyone intentionally, I had a few heart breaks in my past but they were fleeting and somewhat childish. No what I had was diffrent I'd been trapped and had to find the strength and courage to leave everything I'd ever known behind.<br/><br/>Thinking about it made me shiver the first few weeks alone. I had thought I'd know what the world was like when I left. Turns out I had no clue, I'd been the spoiled little brat everyone accused me of being. But gilded or not, a cage is still a cage. I left with only 10 bucks in my pocket that night, a bag of clothes and the stuff I normally carry in my purse. I ended up without a cent to my name sleeping in the park while singing in a run down wannabe lounge bar for tips. It wasn't what I'd call fun but it had been worth it, to get here.<br/><br/>I smiled remembering hooking up with the band and everything great that had happend since. I got up and knocked once on Light's door "Ready or not here I come." I said quickly opening the door, "Hey got a minute I want to talk to you about this song thing."