[b][u]ARRAN WHITE[/u][/b]

[i]Come on, I can make it.[/i] Arran willed herself to hit that high note. All right, fine, it wasn’t [b][i]that[/i][/b] high; just higher than Arran could sing normally, but she had discussed it with the others and this song just [b]had[/b] to have a high note there. Hitting the note, [i]YES![/i], Arran finished up the song. Playing it back she grinned, happy as a sandboy. Saving the file she emailed it to the boys and, after gathering her stuff and switching the equipment off, left the recording studio. Blinking in the bright sunlight, Arran started off down the street, humming the tune to their latest song. Today was a wandering day, she was going to stroll along in almost too hot sunshine, and find somewhere that was hopefully interesting to stop, maybe have a bite to eat, or read a book, probably stopping by the supermarket on the way home, so that they could have Sheppard’s pie for dinner tonight. 

Strolling past Kyle’s, the drummer, school Arran suddenly remembered that they had agreed to meet up somewhere round here, just [i]where was it?[/i] Sighing Arran leaned on the wall next to the gate, and checked her watch; five minutes till school ended, she could wait that long. Probably. Sliding down to sit, Arran watched people hurry by, late for something most likely, trying far too hard in a world that couldn’t care less. Arran knew she shouldn’t keep thinking like this, but downward spirals were so easy to start and really, really hard to stop.