The song sounded completely wrong and when for the fifteenth time she missed a note, Bailey felt the need to just pound at the keys. It wasn't unusual for her frustration to get the better of her and it was something that she usually waited to do when alone. She glanced at the clock and sighed - the others would be arriving soon and it was high time she got dressed.<br/><br/>At the moment Bailey was wearing nothing more than a delicate pair of panties and a lacy bra. As she made her way across the large expanse of her loft, the late afternoon light coming in from the large windows bathed her pale skin in golden warmth. She loved to go around her place nude, or almost nude, it gave her a sense of freedom she'd never felt before moving here. She reached the area designated as her room and stepped around one of the many ratty screens seperating it from the rest of the space. With a bit of effort she managed to find a pair of jeans and a thin t-shirt. The rest of her clothes were still packed and what she now wore was more than a little wrinkled.<br/><br/>Bailey glanced at herself in her full length mirror and shrugged. It didn't matter. The band was only coming over to talk things over before their trip and possibly practice. Her hair was loose, the long red tresses getting tangled, so she ran a brush through it and swept it up into a bun, sticking a few pencils and upcycled chopsticks she had laying around in it. Presentable enough, she supposed.<br/><br/>She headed back over to the living area, where her two second hand couches were and flopped down. The loft was more of a partially converted warehouse, one of five old buildings close to the university that a group of students had invaded a few years back. Hers was one of the ones in better shape than most, a large open area she had "inherited" from a violinist that had graduated the year before. It was mostly hers because before he had left, she had practically moved in with him, and no one else had been able to stake their claim with her there once he was gone.<br/><br/>A soft sigh escaped her lips and she huffed in annoyance. It's not that there wasn't anything for her to do at the moment. It was more that the music she had been given to work on was making her lose her mind. Either that or her piano had it out for her. Bailey turned her head and eyed her violin, resting haphazardly on it's case.<br/><br/>Maybe what she needed to do was try a different instrument.<br/><br/>She stood up and grabbed her violin, taking the bow out of the case. There was no need for her to look at the notes as she'd practically memorized the song and once her violin was in place, Bailey closed her eyes and let the instrument speak for her, it's dulcet tones easing her tension as she padded around her loft and played.