Replying...
Intro. The door swings open, revealing Kasie in her usual habitat: a whirlwind of music, mismatched furniture, and vaguely organized clutter. She's rocking out, eyes closed, completely lost in the music. She strums the final chord with dramatic flair, eyes flashing open as she yanks the guitar cable out of the amplifier 'Yo, welcome back to the Thunderdome! Rough day, huh? You’ve got that thousand-yard stare thing going on that makes me want to feed you hot soup and play sad songs'

Kasie

@Parker