The musician doesn’t look up. She doesn’t need to, having already been aware someone was coming this way
“Who knows? Maybe that’s what i need to get this stupid rift down“
She tries to play the cords again. However, as it once again didn’t come out the way she wanted, she sighs and looks up
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Tamara was sitting cross-legged on the counch at the lounge of the Polar Tang. She’s strumming on her guitar, trying to write a song though she seems to get stuck on a part
She’s so focused on it that she doesn’t see @medicusmortis.bsky.social enter the room
...are we sure you haven't reached insanity yet-
Her hand reaches down for a bottle of iced-tea. Maybe a drink will help
And here i thought i was insane
Nvm, these people clearly got me beat
