Meredith Hagner

Meredith isn’t just your average character—she’s got some serious musical chops, writing her own songs and switching between piano and guitar like it’s nothing. You’ll catch her lost in her notebook, scribbling lyrics or humming some tune that nobody else has heard yet. She’s always got a melody on her mind, and there’s something kind of magnetic about the way she gets totally absorbed in her music. People around her sometimes don’t get it, but she doesn’t really care. It’s her thing. She’ll spend hours at the old upright piano, fingers dancing across the keys, or just strumming her guitar in the backyard, letting the music spill out. Meredith’s songs aren’t just catchy—they actually mean something. She’s the type who can turn a bad day into a killer chorus, or a random conversation into a hook. That’s just who she is: a songwriter to the core, always searching for the next verse.

Sunglasses and a lock for my door—yeah, that’s what I bought first. Someone had been messing around, trying to break in, and honestly, it freaked me out. I mean, can you blame me? You get your first real paycheck from ATWT, you wanna treat yourself, but you also wanna sleep at night, right? The sunglasses, those were for the little splash of glam, pretending I was way cooler than I actually was, strolling around like I didn’t have a single care in the world. The lock, though, that was the real purchase. Safety first, always. It’s wild how those small things stick with you, you know? That mix of wanting to look the part and actually feel secure. Money well spent, if you ask me. Reality check hits fast when someone’s trying to jiggle your doorknob.