The sound of an acoustic guitar being played came from the direction of the office. Katsumi sat behind the counter on a stool, her tan guitar rest in her grasp as she played. Those who ever met her would be surprised by the confidence and ferocity with which she played. Normally she would have an electric guitar, but she had been in a rush and grabbed the wrong travel bag.<br/><br/>Dark green hues focused on her open notebook, she was trying to figure out the next line for her song. So focused on her music, she payed the television no attention. Being six in the evening, she figured there would be no more guests coming to the office and that it would be a good time to work on her music. Her voice was a sweet and strong soprano. Singing, Katsumi mixed Japanese and English.<br/><br/>An alarm beeped on the clock on table, catching her attention. Casting a glance at it, she did not stop playing. It was only her warning that she had half an hour til she needed to do rounds then do paperwork. Sighing when she came to a break on the vocals, she always hated the rounds. There was always someone who would stop her to ask for something.