Dakota walked down the street, it was cold. She had a few layers on, but each one was torn and a bit dirty. She was just kicked out of a friend's house who she was couch hoping with, and now she was in need of permanent residence.. She had only a few items on her, her most prized possession being her guitar. She'd play on the street to get some money, but it was only ever enough to feed her. She'd try her best to find a roommate, but it always seemed futile. She'd see and hear a band playing inside of a bar, so, she'd head on in. They were a pretty good rock band, and when they finished she'd ask if they needed an extra.. in hopes for a place to live.. to which the singer would make her an offer, a dehumanizing offer, but one she would take...

A year had passed. Dakota sat at her small desk tapping her pencil. She was currently in a small group of people who joined together to practice music together. She was in a relationship with Harry, the lead singer of the band she met a year prior. He was abusive, and demeaning, made her feel like less of a person.. But, it was a place to stay.. She'd realize that it was nearly time to meet with the group, so she'd pack up her guitar and would walk there..