<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">   Jazz sighed at the comments about her being hesitant. She had never said she wouldn’t just that she didn’t want to.  A major difference was between the two for her even if the others didn’t think so.  “I am going to write the song, it just might…uhm…take a little longer than usual.”  For the first time Jazz was actually soft spoken instead of being loud.  <br/><br/>     She went into her own little bunk, picking up her guitar, the one she used for things like writing instead of the bass.  Strumming a few chords trying to find the mood to get her going, she watched as the road signs and even a few trees passed outside her window.  This task was going to be harder than all of the rest, this one was based on her life and hatred instead of going against the norm or even a past teacher she may have despised.  </span></em></strong><br/>