A Pianst and her .... friend PV Kim Sato

Bailey decided now was time to brush off her (quite dusty) piano skills. Nothing like music to help her work through the news that her grandmother was ailing... music worked as therapy for some people and at this point bailey was desperate. After recieving the letter from her mother in feburary, bailey had been trying (and only someone succeeding) to not spiral.
What she needed today (or what she thought she needed) was some peace and calm, quiet, pounding out some music in the rehearsal room.

Making her way down to the rehearsal room bailey went mostly unnoticed. Her head down, her shoulders drooping a bit, anyone who saw her would know something wasn't right, but no one really would think it THEIR place to say anything. Which was fair enough - this was probably a best friend situation, which meant that @kim sato was fairly likely to make an appearance.

catching sight of herself in a mirror, bailey looked herself up and down. Her tan slacks were fitting a little looser, and her white shirt under her baby blue sweater was a little rumpled - not her usual level of perfection (another sign something was not right).

In the rehersal room bailey settled down, pulling out the piano bench and sitting down. She started with running through her scales, and then any song she could remember. She'd stay here until she heard the door creak behind her, at which point she didn't even turn - simply stopping playing, her head yet again drooping, waited, hearing footsteps approaching.