Amelia sat and listened to a recent recording of herself, analyzing every syllable of lyrics and every tone of melody. It was almost there. Frustratingly close. She couldn't figure out what was missing or misplaced, but there was something off. She listened to the ending and then it rolled immediately over to the beginning, on repeat as it had been for the last half hour.<br/><br/>Five minutes later she threw her headset to the table and turned the player off. "Dammit!" She said loudly to no one and massaged her temples. She glanced at the bottle of wine she'd brought down to the studio and was seriously tempted to throw it into a wall. Instead she grabbed it and took a healthy swig, picked up the plate of food she'd also brought and strode upstairs. She threw the plate in the sink, the noise giving her some satisfaction, and slammed the bottle onto the counter. There was only one thing she could do now that would take the edge off her thundercloud mood.<br/><br/>She ran upstairs to her bedroom, changed into skintight jeans and her favorite black boots, a bra and her leather jacket. She grabbed her keys and walked downstairs, thoroughly enjoying the loud sound when her heels hit the floor, and walked out to the pool. The un-zipped jacket parted as she hit the afternoon air, the cool breeze feeling fantastic on her bare skin and she wished she could ride bra-less. Unfortunately she had found out she needed the protection of the black satin and lace against the impact of speed and bumpy surfaces...<br/><br/>She barely spared a glance at the couple out there, they got a small wave as she passed them on her way to the bike. She hesitated a split second when she put the helmet on and mounted her black Yamaha. She had finished more than half a bottle of that wine while she worked, driving might be... unwise. But the second passed and she turned the key, kicking off as soon as the engine roared to life.<br/><br/>She leaned forward and gripped the handles tight, loving the feel of the solid source of power between her thighs, and sped down the coastline, already feeling the rush of adrenaline washing her frustrations away. She laughed and sped up, then slowed to a less stupid speed as she whipped the vehicle around and drove back. She could feel the energy hit her veins like a wash of oxygen, and maybe it was.<br/><br/>By the time she got back, she was ready to kick ass.<br/><br/>She parked the bike at the same place, gave Tales and Mika the same pass-by greeting and headed straight for the recording studio.<br/><br/>She swung the door open and ran the steps, eager to get to work, and then stopped dead. Someone was already there.<br/>