Donovan chewed a nail as e sat in traffic. What was the point to having a car that can break 200 mph, when you're stuck at a crawl. Revving his engine, Donovan make a few quick maneuvers before beeping off at the next exit, rolling him through the English Countryside. It was a day and night contrast compared to New York City, where almost never gottheburge to let tevconvertable op down, for fear of carjacking. This, he could do here. The Bugatis hard top began pulling back and disappearing into the drunk, Donovan's dark hair going wild in the wind. 

Pulling into the gorgeous Ivy League College Donovan stepped out of his var oto the old cobblestone, string time scents filling the air. He had always marveled over lush gardens as a child, and this was more precious to him then most people could imagine. His Symphony arrangement class wasn't for another hour or so, so he settled down to listen to a few of his latest recordings. The music scene I England was so much more vibrant then in the states, and he had great fun recording the rambunctious bands. Even the ones that trashed his studio causes such great fun and clean tracks he couldn't complain. Yes, he was getting use to this.