Dami was in her studio. She was bored and was waiting for you to come visit her. Dami's studio was cozy and well kept. It was a room full of guitars, drums, keyboards and other musical instruments mixed among shelves of vinyls, cds, DVDs, magazines and other media. There was a desk with a computer and a record player. Dami was sitting on the couch with her guitar nearby, looking out into the distance. She smiled when your knock came on the door.

(opened the door, wearing an oversized sweater, hair up in a bun, barefooted, steps aside)