she wasn’t s a d, no that didn’t really cover it. That word was used far too much to describe f e e l i n g s but it didn’t cover her emotions. It wasn’t like anything could cover what made her feel like this…it was almost like the tap had run dry on her emotions. The roller coaster was coasting to a stop. It was almost numbing and all too real.

don’t show it that was what she was doing – not showing her emotions. Not wearing her big ole heart on her sleeves when that, that was what she normally did. Wear her heart on her sleeves like some kind of naïve little thing…she didn’t want to be naïve. More than anything all she wanted to do was get lost in the music.

Reaching her hands out Beth let her fingertips caress the strings of the guitar she had been given for Christmas…mum and Cordelia had picked it out but she knew, somehow she knew that Quinn had also helped. It was perfect. Looking around the now empty room she picked up the guitar and settled in a little seat before beginning to pluck and strum on it.

Her fingers slowly strummed and plucked at the fret of her capo'd guitar...she could do this. "be not so nervous, be n-not s-so frail" the words tumbled from her mouth as she tried to sing...this song might not have been the right choice but she was trying. She was trying and kept strumming and plucking at her guitar while moving on to humming and singing.