Snippet #1054006

Arabella roamed the streets, listening to the sounds of the current city she was in. She looked around and all she saw were garages. She couldn't get to any cars to take. She then stumbled into a bar, using a fake i.d. to say she was 18. What drew her there was the music. It was incredible. She missed her old guitar at her old house. She didn't miss the house or the people in it. She felt her purse to make sure her notebook was in there. That was the only thing that mattered. It contained her life. It contained her music. On stage was just two guys. One singing (he was a really good singer) and the other was playing guitar. She felt so short and young in the crowd of the bar. She weasled her way backstage to wait for the duo to be done. The smell of alcohol filled her nose and so did that of various drugs people were smoking.