It had been a long trip out to where the recording studio was for Angelica.  She had never thought that she would have had to travel this far but finding her dream was what she had always wanted.  The Bay Area was nice and was a wonderful place to live... but unless you knew people in the music industry, you were not going to get very far there.   During her trip, thoughts of happiness and hope started to fill her as she wished that there was enough room on the bus for her to play her bass guitar.  Being able to let her feelings out on the bass was something that she had grown to love and be able top stay calm, and collected.  Music was her release... it was a natural release that she had loved and she could not wait to hear the thundering drums and the crunching sounds of guitars all around her.<br/><br/>Finally reaching the address of the studio that she was given, Angelica had her bass strapped in its case around her back with another suitcase carried along.  Dressed in a pair of worn out jeans, a simple black T-Shirt and Doc Marten boots, her wavy brown hair started to settle down after the wind blown onslaught that it had gone through outside.  Eventually she would find a way to get a amplifier but for now, she was glad that there were some spares on hand... at least she had hoped so.  Walking inside of the door, she could see the remnants of the hug and seeing a very muscular man walking back to his drum set.  Cautiously, she had waved her hand and spoke... if a little soft.<br/><br/>"Hi... Did I come in too late?"  She had asked nervously.  "I'm... Angelica... hopefully the bassist."  She had said, waiting to see the reaction of the people around her and hoping for the best.