My favorite possession a beat up and written all over White Fender Jaguar Bass was slung across my back over an old beat up Metallica shirt, a pair of jeans with the knees riped out and a pair of dock martins. I scanned the crowd taking in all the diffrent people and acts getting ready. I was thrilled to be here I'd hiked hiked for the first two days and caught a ride from an old friend of my dads the rest of the way on the slim hope of catching a break here show casing my talent. It'd been a spur of the moment decision to come, one of the best I'd ever made.<br/><br/>I spent a few minutes talking to a band going on a bit later who were doing a self written song inspired by Meatloaf they were cool but so completely wrecked I got bored talking to them. A girl with a beautiful guitar caught my eye well more accurately the guitar caught my eye before the girl. Without hesitation I crossed the room pulled up a chair, turned it around and straddled it leaning my arms on the back. "Beautiful Guitar, I'm Andria"  I said with a slight jerk of my head in greeting, "Can you make any noise on that thing?"