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After spending some time with Vinnie, and coming away with a full stomach, Brody was feeling more inspired than she had all day long. She had smoked another two cigarettes, puffing away thoughtfully, before deciding to head up to her room, just long enough to grab her bass, before heading out again. She made her way to the music room, moving along all of the familiar corridors and turns, and only pausing right outside the door. There was somebody already in there. Her brow furrowed a bit, as she considered who it might actually be. There were a few drummers at the school, but the two that stood out to her were Shelby and Sam. She supposed, if she had to share musical space with somebody, neither of them were a particularly bad choice. Finally pushing the door open, Brody made her way inside, bass hanging from her shoulder. Seeing it was Sam, she watched as he scrawled down a line. "Working hard, Sammy?"
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