Alexandria
Alexandria sat under a tree as she scribbled chords all over her notebook, holding her guitar. Her guitar was almost as old as her. Maybe about 300 years old. The strings are replaced every fifty years, so hers were pretty rusted up right now. The cold wasn't making it any easier for her. She put up her hoodie and zipped up her jacket before continuing to play around with chords. She's been trying to write a song with her brother. He has the lyrics, she's matching up the chords. " Holy shiznits, this is hard." She muttered, looking from the lyrics, to her chords, listening to the recording of the song on her iPod. " Hmph." She said as she thought of chords. " Jack! Can you help me with something?" She called out.
Alexandria sat under a tree as she scribbled chords all over her notebook, holding her guitar. Her guitar was almost as old as her. Maybe about 300 years old. The strings are replaced every fifty years, so hers were pretty rusted up right now. The cold wasn't making it any easier for her. She put up her hoodie and zipped up her jacket before continuing to play around with chords. She's been trying to write a song with her brother. He has the lyrics, she's matching up the chords. " Holy shiznits, this is hard." She muttered, looking from the lyrics, to her chords, listening to the recording of the song on her iPod. " Hmph." She said as she thought of chords. " Jack! Can you help me with something?" She called out.
