[center][h1][color=7ea7d8]Lydia Weaver[/color][/h1]
[hr]Location: Outside of the Cafe[/center][hr]

Lydia had decided that she was going to skip out on the whole thing going on out front of the Police station. She knew nothing really about anything in this town, including the people in it. She knew a few, but not many, and she didn't know the people who had died or gone missing at all. It made no sense to be there, but she would probably here all about it later from someone. Though she didn't really care much to seek out that information. She was perfectly content, playing her guitar and writing music out front of the cafe.

She usually did this back at the house, but she had decided that she was going to enjoy the outdoors for a while, and it sadly had better acoustics than most of the house. Her mind was still racing around, as her fingers moved gently across the strings, creating a melody out of the cords. A few pieces of sheet music with notes hand written in had a rock sitting on them to stop them from blowing away, and every now and again, Lydia would stop and make a not on the papers, changing the music and going back to working on the melody.