Sydney Music. The Music filled me. It spoke to me. It moved me. I analyzed each lyric to make sure it fit. Make sure I caught the message. The message that was always concealed and most failed to find it. I was a pro at finding the meaning. I listened. "And how do we say our goodbyes? Do we laugh or cry?" Savannah sang. Sounded about right. It was the last Saturday before the last day of school on Monday. That song fit perfectly. Everyone leaving for the summer, going their separate ways, until fall when we would start junior year. I was ready though. My goodbyes would be easy. Besides I didnt have to say goodbye to my two best friends. Still this song was as good as I could get it. I grabbed my bag and guitar case and left my apartment. I nodded to Adrian at the elevator and pressed the first floor button. I liked how he let me push the button my self. I wasnt some child that would push every button she could reach, or one of the snobs that lived at the palace towers. I was simply a girl. A sixteen year old girl that could take care of herself and usually I did. My mom was basically never home. She was always at the office, at a party, or our flat in Paris. My mom also wasnt the most loving and caring mother when she was home. She left me alone, and I left her alone, as simple as that. With no brothers or sisters, an absent dad and a care free mom, I was happy. When the elevator stopped on the bottom floor I nodded again to Adrian and walked across the lobby and out the