The first year came running into the library with his guitar in hand. He was on a sugar high and he had just ran around the snowy grounds. He was pretty sure he knew where he was but this place just looked...well this place really wasn't his style. He liked reading but it was mostly just music books. Books with actual music notes in it or about some kind of rock band or artist. The Hufflepuff wondered if they had those sorts of books here.

The dark hair boy kept running as fast as he could around all of the bookshelves in the library. After about TEN minutes the first year finally stopped. He was out of breath and wanted to play a little music but was that even permitted here? He knew that there was music room somewhere in the castle and he had visited it once but he couldn't feel the power of the music when every single person in there thought they were capable of playing an instrument. Some of the students that were in the music room really could play but most of them not so much.

Bradson sat down against one of the bookshelves and started to strum the intro to Every Rose Has its Thorn by Poison. He was into this kind of stuff. He loved songs that had meaning to them and some of those songs were in the hair band or the rock genre but Brady had found that some of them came from country, bluegrass and some pop songs but Brady wasn't the biggest fan of pop, hip hop or rap music. He wasn't the biggest fan of country music or what some people called bro country and pop country. If someone asked Brady to choose his favorite country music he would have to say it was from the 1940's all the way into the early 1980's which was over a hundred years ago. He enjoyed old music.

Brady just sat there strumming the intro over and over again, he was lost in his thoughts and forgot to even start singing. The Scottish boy started over again. This time it was for real. "We both lie silently still in the dead of the night. Although we both lie close together we feel miles apart inside." Man he loved this song. "Was it something I said or something I did? Did my words not come out right? Though I tried not to hurt you...though I tried but I guess that's why they say every rose has its thorn just like every night has its dawn just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song every rose has its thorn..." What was with that last part? Do cowboys really sing sad, sad songs? Brady was pretty sure that REAL cowboys didn't sing at all.