Room 317, Thursday Night
Quinn wasn't sure what had possessed her to buy the little toy keyboard during a supply run in town. She hadn't practiced piano since ... how long had it been? Since she gave up piano lessons for cheerleading, at least.
Maybe she was going back to her roots, or regressing to a second childhood, or something like that. Anyhow, picking out the melody to a Supremes song on the keyboard helped distract her from the lovely shade of lime she'd been almost constantly since her morning latte.
[OOC: Open post of integrating random canon.]
Maybe she was going back to her roots, or regressing to a second childhood, or something like that. Anyhow, picking out the melody to a Supremes song on the keyboard helped distract her from the lovely shade of lime she'd been almost constantly since her morning latte.
[OOC: Open post of integrating random canon.]