her week home to london was everything she needed right now. to be reminded that there is a world outside the campus grounds and to be wrapped up in the arms of her parents couldnât be described as anything short of perfect. emma felt inspired again â a stream of new ideas for her portfolio for her class taking up most of emmaâs thoughts.Â
one thing she remembered to bring back from london with her was a guitar her father gifted to emma for her sixteenth birthday. as soon as she had the time she naturally gravitated towards the music room ( the sound of her acoustic always sounded better there ) and hoped that she hadnât lost her touch because it had been months since she last played.Â
sitting down on a stool, tuning the guitar before finally taking a breath and began playing the chords to siaâs âelastic heartâ and finally, began singing the words. near the end of the song, the abrupt sound of the classroom door opening cut her off and she immediately stopped. â uh, hi there. didnât think anybody would be passing by this late. â














