Cassandra was silent for what probably seemed like a long time. While she enjoyed music, the famous side of it wasn't anything to her. She didn't want the whole world, didn't want to have any guy or girl. She wanted special. And what was the point of being able to jump all over the place in a jet? She liked to work for things. 

There was something she wanted to be, from the moment she was pulled out the wreck. "i want to be a police officer. Or rather, a criminologist. A crime scene tech. Well, that's one of two things I want to be. I also want to work with animals" She said, grabbing a couple of marshmellows and skewering them on a stick, to cook them over a fire, looking over at Krista. 

"I think you'd be a good artist"