Nadia was spending a thrilling Saturday night on her bed, with Furrball attacking her feet, her guitar propped in her lap as she worked on "Thinking isn't Emo".

No emo on the roof was what you'd said to me ( Read more... )

Nadia lounged on the floor near her bed, her guitar perched on her lap. She would have loved to be playing on the roof, but suspected fig pudding would not be good for her guitar.

She played a song that she'd heard from a traveling band on a sailboat back in Argentina. Unfortunately, she couldn't quite remember all the ( lyrics )

Yeah, Nadia's back up on the roof. She has her guitar with her, not that she can play it right now thanks to the cast. Still, she's trying to see if she can find an angle that's not too incredibly awkward where she can get her fingers on the frets ( Read more... )

Nadia perched on the edge of the roof, her stereo beside her, playing a Doris Day number as Nadia tried to figure out some chording on the guitar to the tune. Lucas had given her the day off in honor of the end of the semester.

She wasn't emo, or brooding, or smoking, or eating brownies, just sitting and enjoying the afternoon and the music.

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Nadia was hanging about in her room, playing the lobster song for Furrball on the guitar, because she felt guilty for ignoring him all weekend in favor of leee Park-over.

That is the only reason why she was hanging about in her room.

Of course.

The lobster song is really short, so she sings ( another song, too )

Okay, so she hadn't really done a whole hell of a lot today. Mostly, she spent it lounging around and being as girly as humanly possible, since tomorrow she would be a boy.

And wasn't that weird, to think that she was going to be doing that on purposeShe had sorted through her minimal collection of make-up and pulled out the colors she thought ( Read more... )

Nadia was still lying on her back on the floor, staring at the ceiling. She'd made some progress, though. She'd made some callsWas she looking forward to the conversations that would likely come from them ( Read more... )

After getting back from Empire Records, Nadia headed back up to her room. Lucas was right. She did have a lot to think over.

It was time she stopped letting whatever was happening to her control her. It was time to do something about it. Something positive, this time. So she called BridgeThen she grabbed her guitar, spent about twenty minutes ( Read more... )

Nadia had her guitar, a blanket, a pair of fingerless gloves, and a mug of tea up on the roof with her.

She was plucking a moderately complex melody on the guitar. She was singing.

The two . . . didn't really match up.

But it was the thought that counted.

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That's right, Nadia is back on the roof. With guitar and all.

Pirate radio be damned.

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