Tohru was in the zone now. Her frantic fingers were chewing up the frets, nearly bleeding from the fury she conjured through her whole body and into her hands. She played harder and faster, riff after amazing riff blazing from her amp. Who cared if she was a noise violation waiting to happen? Her amp was cranked up to the highest decibel, so how could she even hear the knocking on her door or the rancorous shouts of "You're playing too loud!" or "Shut it off already!" Unhindered, the girl kept playing with all her heart, all her soul honoring the metal gods, "Someone help me! Oh please God help me! They're trying to take it all away! I don't want to die!" Her unkempt, auburn hair whipped around her hardened face, and her neck was slightly sore from episodes of headbanging, not to mention her fingers were damn near blistered, but still she soldiered on doing what she loved the most.

After she finished playing, she set her guitar to rest in its case and fell back in the bed with a satisfied breath of air escaping her lips. "I think this could be a good year. Who knows?" She mused staring up at the ceiling. Tohru still had no idea who this Mira chick could be. Hopefully she wasn't so stuck up like the rest of these dames around here. At least then, Tohru could have some sort of friend. "Hmm....now what?" She wondered, looking around the room. Still she was the only soul here, and already....she was bored. "I guess I could go to class...but.....nah, screw it! This bed's too comfy to leave." Class? Really? For Tohru? Like she would even step foot in a classroom this year. Lazy as always, the young rocker closed her eyes and snoozed, fingers still blistered from an intense jam session.