Her fingers were gripping the cords lightly, changing position every few seconds, while her other hand scratched the same cords as she started singing in a deeper voice than the song required.
"Oh baby don't you know I suffer; ah baby can't you hear me moan... You caught me under false pretenses, how long before you let me go?"
Her fingers danced on the cords as she continued singing, her voice deep in low, however easily heard from whomever sat in the Amphitheater at that point. Probably nobody. Chiara was training alone. It had been a long time ever since she had touched a bass guitar, and she had missed it. She had finally found one in the proskenion after having asked a son of Apollo (who was rather good-looking, Chiara had to admit), and here she was; the speaker plugged on her iPod playing the cover of Muse's Supermassive Black Hole.
"Glaciers melting in the dead of night, and the superstars sucked into the supermassive... Glaciers melting in the dead of night and the superstars sucked into su-"
She get closer to the microphone. "Supermassive black hole" she whispered into it, and repeated the words two other times.
The daughter of Ares was dressed in a pair of ripped black jeans, a monochrome red top over her bust while a black leather jacket printed with the words 'Punk's not dead' covered her freckled shoulders. Two silver rings were gracing the middle finger and thumb of her left hand, which didn't bother her for playing - she was inhabited. Her feet were of course laced up in combat shoes, and a large leather belt was wrapped around her waist while a strap of white cloth was tied around her forehead in the Corsican fashion.
She had chosen this moment to go playing, because in half an hour, some Apollo kids would be coming around to train with their band. It was now or never.
"Supermassive black hole," she whispered again and continued playing.