Liz was just sort of leaning against a wall near the bar drinking a water and looking around. She didn't really seem to care about what was going on, like she wasn't even there like she was focused on something that was far away from here. She was wearing a shortish shirt, with leggings, boots that were very nice, a nice top, and gloves that went to her elbows and revealed her fingers. Her hair was long and tied back into a pony tail, that way when she drummed it would not get in her way. She took another sop from her water before setting it on the bar and picking up her drumsticks and tossing them up in the air and catching them. Though she was paying more attention to those around her and even more to those with instruments. It was getting close to her last chance to prove she could be a musician, otherwise she would have to take over for her dad.<br/><br/>As she thought about this she missed her drum stick and it fell to the ground and began to roll on the ground off into the crowd of people. She was snapped out of her distant gaze as it dropped and she heard it and she kinda of clumsily chased after it, almost hitting some people. It made one sort of wonder if she was any good at drums as she kinda of stumbled through the crowd after one of her drum sticks.