{Music Recommendation: So Cold ~ Ben Cocks, Nikisha Reyes-Pile}
"Let the drinking contest begin!"
Three barrels filled with strong wine were rolled into the big hall where everyone gathered. At the corner of the room, a singer with her group of dancers and instrumentalists hummed a soft melody.
The dancers, all dressed in white, looked as though they were floating with their kegs bouncing up and down, barely touching the floor, and their hands moving with grace. The flautist moved her hands with skill, her eyes closed in reverence of the melody she played.
The leader of the group, who was the singer, glanced at the crowd with a smile. Her eyes were filled with stories untold, knowledge unheard, and art disturbing.
"We have never been what we seemed... I love you even if there isn't any me or any love..."
