She couldn’t hear her sister’s answer,over the loud tempo of not only her iPod but the drums as well. As soon as she had to slam repeatedly on several drums, she bit her lip as she used all her strength to do so. She couldn’t help it, sometimes music was her way of releasing things that art couldn’t do.
She tilted her head on the side and nodded her head slowly, looking down at her feet before looking back at her. One word can really describe her right now– free. The way she slam the drumsticks on the drum seems like as if she was free and no one is controlling her. She knew that something is maybe bothering her that’s why she’s so hooked up in playing the drums.