She lives in the wreckage of her own Magic Bus, where the sound of an electric guitar becomes a ballad against the hard cries of her lonely life.
She is looking for a light.
Sometimes red, like passion.
Sometimes a sunbeam, like something trying to illuminate the darkness of the room.
A room sealed by her own thoughts.
A room that fits only her, a chair, and her guitar.
For a while, her mind escapes.
It travels on the Magic Bus to somewhere far away, somewhere where everything turns white, quiet and weightless.
And then she comes back.
Always with her guitar for company.
It is rock.
Model : Eva Vasiliadi