Sandra Dee, 21


A loud rumbling echoed from the street as a harley came roaring up to the apartment dragging a small trailer behind it filled with a few boxes, a gym bag, a shelf unit, a guitar case, a large amp, and a small dresser. With a few more rumbles the bike shut down as a tall woman dismounted from the bike, looking up at the apartment with a smile. Nodding in satisfaction, she slung the bag over her shoulder before grabbing two boxes, stacking them both, holding them with one hand as she made her way up. After not that long, all of her stuff was moved into her place, 4B, and she hadn't even broken a sweat. Nodding in satisfaction at her stuff in the living room, she plugged in her amplifier and took out her guitar. With her guitar set up, she tested to make sure it was still tuned before maxing out the volume. She smiled at the hum that went through the room, saying, "Atta girl... first the purr, and now the roar!" With that, she began to play Battle Hymn/One Shot at Glory, the volume of even the soft opening enough to be heard throughout the building.