Music is what flowed out into the hallways of the Parker School for the Arts. A young girl, about seventeen roamed its halls, listening to the melodies from the Music Wing. She was a bit more into drama, and acting, but loved music as well. Snow fell softly out stained glass windows, making them glitter against the sun. She pushed a little bit of hair out of her face, brown locks falling to her chest in loose curls. Sarah made her way down a few steps to the entrance to the library. Another thing that was valuable to her was books. She was an avid writer, who wrote when she had free time. This was hardly ever, since they were getting ready for their winter musical. She was part of the cast, and had practice almost every night. Acting was a passion she longed for since she was a little girl. Sarah used to run around the house, getting out costumes and making up small plays. Her parents loved her acting as much as she loved it herself, but most of those memories were faded. They were watching from heaven.