The lights were low as Nyssa cleaned off her drum set. Today Nyssa had worn a white singlet, ballcap, and dark blue jeans. Her black hair was loose and flowing as she spotted Daisy Lance a few feet away. “Hey there Daisy. I’m so sweaty from playing the drums. I’m going to shower, want to join me? Move in with me please?” Nyssa spoke softly as she waited for a reply.