<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Rhydea_2.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/P2313_701-00269_01.jpg)</div><strong>Aiden Brielle</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/11NGJeFf75bUqyk_JNdz6IyefepzS2_9Q2Mya75OpJtg/edit)<br/><br/>"Oh, wow," they heard from the redhead's room.  "This place is amazing!"  Aiden gave a little bounce.  She leaned out and grabbed her go bag and guitar case. "Hey, girls, I'm going to practice for a few minutes.   I'll keep the amps on their lowest, but please let me know if I'm disturbing you and i'll stop."<br/><br/>The redhead stripped.  She started to go ito her go bag for one of her father's old shirtsThen, giggling, she open the wardrobe and ran her hands through the old clothes.  "Wow!"<br/><br/>Aiden sat on the foot of the bed with her electric guitar across her knees.  True to her word, the first thing she did was turn the portable amp to it's lowest.  Then she closed her eyes and began to play.  Aiden wasn't practicing.  She'd always wanted to compose.  She hadn't been very good at it, but this place moved her.  She improvised on goth and goth punk rock themes, trying to catch the mood of the room, and of the house.  If nothing interrupted her, she lost herself for over two hours before setting it aside, snuggling under the big sheets, and drifting right off into a deep, deep sleep.