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Maggie doesn't sing.
It's just not one of her things.Once upon a time she played a guitar, and was even in a band, but everyone was in her day. She didn't think she was very good, and niether did the rest of the band, which might explain why she had ended up shaking the tambourine instead.
But Maggie loves music. And the people who make music.
Those few who have seen her before will notice the change immediately. Her long hair is up in a pony tail on the very top of her head, hair spread out like a fountain. Her clothing is a lot brighter, neons really. A tank top covered by a ripped sweater, a short skirt with bright tights underneath, and a whole lot of bangles. She's even got make up on.
And she's chewing bubble gum.
Maggie bobs her head in time to music she can't hear, waiting and watching, looking for someone...someone special.
"Ya ya ya." Not quite singing, but it keeps the beat.
It's just not one of her things.Once upon a time she played a guitar, and was even in a band, but everyone was in her day. She didn't think she was very good, and niether did the rest of the band, which might explain why she had ended up shaking the tambourine instead.
But Maggie loves music. And the people who make music.
Those few who have seen her before will notice the change immediately. Her long hair is up in a pony tail on the very top of her head, hair spread out like a fountain. Her clothing is a lot brighter, neons really. A tank top covered by a ripped sweater, a short skirt with bright tights underneath, and a whole lot of bangles. She's even got make up on.
And she's chewing bubble gum.
Maggie bobs her head in time to music she can't hear, waiting and watching, looking for someone...someone special.
"Ya ya ya." Not quite singing, but it keeps the beat.