Rosy sat in the front seat of the of the truck they had her put in a nicely dressed man driving paying no atenshon to her at all but that didn't matter to her. For one she had Celtic music blasting in her ears and for two she didn't talk to people.
 The trip took was going to take around a hour more and that ment another 30 songs to listen to. Why was she wanted here rosy had no clue but it was better than being laughed at she was fine. 

A few playlists later the door on her side opened and the dude helped her out pulling the duffel bag from the back. Being pulled to stand next to a girl shorter than her, Rose closed her eyes. She just stood there listening to music thinking about music.