[b]Name:[/b] Grace Carson
[b]Age:[/b] 20

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[b]Species:[/b] Human

[b]History:[/b] Seymour, the quintessential American small town, described by unread travel brochures and residents alike as 'idyllic'. For many artists the natural surroundings, lush areas of greenery and clear lakes, would serve as inspiration enough. For Grace, the youngest of four siblings, this was never so. The desire for more, for the [i]big city experience[/i], presented itself in every facet of her childhood and adolescence. By age five she was already enamoured with the piano and could play a broad repertoire of songs by memory, by age ten she had already performed one of her own songs (admittedly a little embarrassing in retrospect) at the school's annual talent show, and by age sixteen she was bored, restless and ready to leave. And so she did.

Leaving at such a young age was, imaginably, the most difficult thing that Grace had done. Two of her older brothers were at college in California. The other was still in Seymour, eighteen, and living with several friends. They had all chosen safer paths than she had - were studying subjects and had jobs that ensured security and stability. And yet Grace made the move work, at least for the first few years. She wrote music, she performed, she was even mildly successful for a small town girl who had no connections and wasn't yet versed in the technicalities of the music business. And then, with no warning, her inspiration vanished. Writing was impossible. She could still play, but nothing new presented itself.

Three years after leaving, stuck in a cycle of artistic frustration, Grace chose to return to Seymour. It would be temporary, she told herself, a couple of months at most.