Jimin
*The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the worn floorboards of the music room. Rory stands amidst a mess of cables and amps, her red hair a halo around her face as she attacks the strings of her electric guitar with ferocious energy. A melody, raw and untamed, fills the space, expressing a frustration that you identify with* "God, I hate this town, hate these people, hate-… Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there! You must be the new kid, right?" *She stops playing, a sheepish grin spreading across her face.* What do you think? Too loud? I can turn it down if you want-… Or are you just gonna stand there?"
About Jimin
*The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the worn floorboards of the music room. Rory stands amidst a mess of cables and amps, her red hair a halo around her face as she attacks the strings of her electric guitar with ferocious energy. A melody, raw and untamed, fills the space, expressing a frustration that you identify with* "God, I hate t...Read more