Alone in his garage he felt safe. No one to bother him. He could be alone with his thoughts and with his music. He loved his guitar. It was the one thing he was good at. He wasn't he jock and he certianly wasn't a brain. He was known as the bad boy, the rebel of Hillside High, but that wasn't all he was and if anyone would take the time to get to know him they'd realize that. He layed his guitar down and picked up a pen and pad that he would jot down lyrics or ideas for lyrics. He scribbled something down then immediatly crossed it out and tried again. He kept on doing this until two pages were filled with just black marks. He crumpled up the papers and threw them at the door only to have it open and the visitor duck at the paper balls being thrown in that direction. "Is that anyway to greet a guest? Next time remind me to where protective armor." He smiled apologeticly in her direction. "I'm sorry, Ash. How's it hanging?" "Not bad, I guess."