She taps the pen rhythmically on the table, as she stares down at the notebook, the blank paper staring back up. She starts to slide the pen along the wire spine in between taps, increasing the rhythm as she goes. Taps her foot against an imaginary bass drum. Slaps her free hand against her leg for some fills. Fashions her lips into the bass guitar.
Stops.
A smile creases her lips, as the ink hits the page.
