Artist Block

When Rose made it to the music room, she noticed someone in the practice room but being the room was sound proof she couldn't hear what he was doing.

Still, she looked to see who it was. She would have to explain to anyone who knew she should be at practice; why she wasn't. Well, maybe they wouldn't ask but it was hard to believe that they wouldn't notice.

While he looked slightly familiar; she chalked it up to possibly seeing him around the school. After all, the school wasn't that big. It was likely to see, just about everyone, at least once.

Still, with someone else there it meant she needed to take a deep breath and act like everything was fine. Rose wasn't new to this; she had spent a good portion of her life perfecting it, out of necessity. Very few people knew when she wasn't OK. Sam was one, her brother had been another. The two of them could read her like a book.

Her destination wasn't one of the practice rooms though but the main music room. She hadn't expected to see no one here; as this was when the music students practiced but the boy in the practice room hadn't been at music class earlier or she would have recognized him. Rose had to say; that peaked her curiosity but she wasn't going to interrupt him in whatever he was doing.

Grabbing the small wastepaper basket and moving it near the seat she had chosen. The blonde girl sat down, pulled out her sketch pad and a pencil and an eraser and started sketching.

Or she tried to. A few lines drawn, erased, drawn erased. The wastebasket, which had been empty, started to fill with the pages too over worked to do anything more with. She didn't know how long she had been working at it and getting no where when she heard something.