Diana preferred playing in coffee shops. Maybe it was the caffeine, or the sense of mid-day work camaraderie. No one ever went to coffee shops when they were depressed.

The lighting wasn't helping either.

They'd tucked her into a tiny, tired corner, asking her to play mellow songs without lyrics. Her hands were almost idle, strumming her guitar without a thought. No one was paying her any attention anyway. She'd even started challenging herself to play some of her songs backwards. Just...to see if she could.

It probably wasn't even worth it to put out her tip bucket.