I've seen with bare blinded eyes. I've watched worlds consumed in the dying flames of their stars. I've witnessed billions spill their blood willingly...on a whim of mine, chanting my name in unison. And you would dare insinuate before my very presence indeed, that my sermon is a charade, a mockery designed to bring you low? Do you think so highly of yourselves? And you have the ignorant audacity to call me a blasphemer and an affront to life. How petulantly ironic. But only understandable.. ‘If you lend me some money, I’ll pay you back.’ ‘I don’t think I have enough cash left. I can make a withdrawal on Monday.’ ‘Not until Monday?’ ‘Is my company that bad, you can’t wait ’til Monday?’ ‘No, that’s not it…’ A blinding light suddenly burst through the windshield. Hannah screamed. A voice shouted, ‘What are you doin’ here?’ Tom recognized the wizened proprietor’s gravelly voice. He opened his door and held up his hands. ‘It’s Tom DuBois, from cabin 9.’ The light clicked off. ‘I’ve. . . are u feeling mmmmm…… I said “its ok aunty, don’t mind it . . Then she laughed and said “but yours was hot man”. I said “Aunty, don’t tease me. She said “Oh, did u feel like teasing. I said “Yes off course “and smiled at her. She said “then think how much I would have got teased looking at yours for such long time. I said “what aunty? Sorry aunty, I didn’t knew that. She said “never mind that man, and came near me. I was taken by her strange aroma and I could not do anything mesmerized by. Lynette used the body of my guitar to tap out a soft beat once I played that thirty-five second intro. I had a huge smile on my face when Wushu used her reverse hand strumming motion a few times which created a unique sound quality to go with my main guitar work.Sammy and Cano created a wonderful three part harmony with my baritone vocals as I sang those Don Henley’s lyrics. I wasn’t sure if Cano remembered this or not, so when I started to sing:“Mirrors on the ceiling,The pink champagne on.