Thanks! I'll post now. Sorry for shortbess though, on the bus.))
Sicily was seated in her small aprtment, specially made for one. She had her violin out and was playing a soothing melody from Motzart. She was usually out on the streets, playing for money since she sidn't have a job. She huffed and put up her violin, setting the case under the coffee table before standing up and heading towards the bed room. She sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the wall quietly, her mind deep in thoughts.