Marceline lounged on her couch, the eerie glow of her bass guitar casting shadows in the dim room. As she strummed the strings, the heirloom battle-axe turned musical masterpiece, the haunting melody echoed through the air. Floating effortlessly, she lost herself in the rhythm, her dark hair swaying with each note. The room filled with the soulful sound of rock and roll. "Pssh, what to do, what to do…" She mumbled, looking around.