Collage Music Club.

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This is the club room for the Collage. It has a few different interments. A table a few chairs and a mini fridge that a few of the club members offered to pitch in and buy.

 

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xxxxxxShin Cross

Shin entered the club room with a guitar case in his right hand. The case was just as punk-like as Shin dressed. Red leather strapped across the case in a odd pattern. Placing the guitar down Shin moved some of his dark brown hair from his face as he was going to read over some lyrics he wrote for his band and since no one was here at the moment even sing a little. Get the feel of the song while he had some time alone. Pulling out one of the chairs as he said down as he dug a piece of paper from his jacket pocket. Unfolding it as his eyes stared down at the words written across the paper.

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