Pebblle repeated to herself: ’🎶Read the room, 🎶read the room, 🎶read room, 🎶room read’ She recycled the alternative pop melodies an rhythms that incessantly ushered forward a sense of time.” …………….”Skips, jumps, the occasional turn passing by scenes not completely forgotten. She liked to think of herself as an improbable chronicler, at best unlikely dogmatic, doubtfully eclectic, questionably playful and preposterously energetic, but there was no denying she had a finger in the pie.