The rain pummelled Jozi's window in a rather tribal rhythm. Jozi loved the drums. She began to join the rain by beating on the books she had on her desk. She heard a guitar begin to riff as the Alto sax got into it too. The microphone was calling her and she sang loud and proud. The concert hall was packed with cheering fans. They shouted happily, singing along and beating on their chairs. Jozi was lost in the moment. She was in the zone. Until... Her sister was calling and banging on Jozi's door for her to quiet down. It was 6:18am. Jozi was in her room and it was raining outside her bedroom window.