Shakuntala had already arrived at the school. She had found her way to er dorm room, quite and sollem, and unpacked. She had claimed half the room, assuming that she would eventually have a room mate, and plastered one wall with pictures of her family. Her deoxygenated brothers, her eldest brother with his baby daughter. It was hard for Shakuntala to believe that he had a wife and kid, and her youngest eldest brother just starting university. 

And she was the youngest of them all. Still young enough to need a guardian, Shakuntala had been taken under the care of her eldest brother when their father died in the fire hat destroyed her life, but Shakuntala had decided to come to this school. She needed to, else she would always rely on her brothers. As she unpacked, she began to sing in spanish, without any articulate thought. She put her clothes away, her art supplies, and gently lauded her guitar on the bed. 

When she couldn't stand being inside anymore, Shakuntala grabbed her guitar, and found herway outside, where she promptly found a good place to sit, and began to play. It was a song she had made, and it put all her hopes and dreams into music. Whenever she played, she poured her heart and soul into the music.