There are very few things in life that makes Octavia genuinely feel alive besides saving lives (even if for now it is during holodeck training programs) she always feels her best singing. She loved it and fortunately for her that hadn’t changed since she became joined. There was always the one place she’d go to and that wasn’t the holodeck but the Cargo bay, whenever it was mostly empty she found the acoustics really suited her voice.
Being late, in the grand scheme of the ship’s clock which kept them sane Octavia made sure she was always alone. It wasn’t really out of embarrassment she’d performed back on Trill and loved singing in front of people but more because she liked singing alone, or at least in small groups it always felt more intimate. Walking down the corridor with a small bag over her shoulder its contents were hidden to everyone else but contained her music player, a small celebratory bottle of Trill duneberry wine that her parents had given her before she left for the academy, a half-eaten bag of spicy nachos and a chocolate bar.
Waving as she went she was feeling good, she had no reason not to be. She’d passed her exams and was well and truly on her way to becoming a doctor!
Entering the cargo bay she made sure to check about and for now, it seemed empty, she didn’t know how long she’d stay but experience showed she could be alone for anywhere between 30 minutes to a few hours. Setting up in what she considered ‘her spot’ tucked away towards the back corner she’d took out her snacks and drink and placed them on the single-tier storage shelf. She took out the music player and set it to a random. She usually ended up sticking to one song, pausing and working on her singing as she practised.
As it played she bobbed her head to the tune whilst opening the bottle of wine and taking a sip, the wine itself was non-alcoholic the last thing she needed was someone to walk into some crazy girl getting drunk. She never did have a high tolerance to alcohol which meant her nights out were cheap but messy. She snuck her hand into the half-eaten bag of crisps and followed the mouthful down with another drink.
The song finished and she felt like she could remember the lyrics, it was a song from Earth that a friend and introduced her to during her time at the academy and taking part in the academies Acapella groups. It was called wagon wheel and it was very ‘country’ or at least so she was told. The original was sung by a male vocalist but she found her voice suited it well, especially with its upbeat tempo and fun lyrics.
Headin’ down south to the land of the pines
I’m thumbin’ my way into North Caroline
Starin’ up the road and pray to God I see headlights…
She was on her third pause and rewind when she didn’t notice the door to the cargo bay open.
So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey… mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train
Hey… mama rock me
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