There didn’t seem to be a particular song. Just a few people with drums who organically synched up and set the beat, and other instruments who impro...ised high energy melodies. The key seemed to be set by an ocarina-style flute. Everything else built off of that. Will was impressed by the obvious skill of the many musicians- it was clear they hadn’t rehearsed. It all overlapped in a surprisingly consistent and musical cacophony.The bright colored fabrics Barcola was famous for were in full. He wouldn’t take no for an answer,’ I whispered, frustrated. ‘Well perhaps he needs some persuasion…’ Tripp turned around to look back toward Willy, a fist forming in his hand. ‘No.’ I put my hand on his arm to stop him. ‘His grandparents are friends with my mom and dad, and they’ve been joining us for meals recently. I’ve been deflecting his advances for days now, but I couldn’t today, practically my whole family was against me. They were pressuring me to go.’ His eyes rose at that.. The enticing opening was still showing pulsating spasms with a very small piece of that lovely candy dangling as if fighting gravity to stay within the temple of filth, Jiya's shithole. Jiya squeezed her dirt hole for one final time and pinched off the candy which fell straight into Mansi's open mouth."Uhmmmm..." was all that Mansi could say as she devoured the delicious crap. She closed her eyes. She wanted to detach herself from the world. She didn't want any distractions. Her only connection. What was that smell, sweet like and wholesome like the cooked rats she had smelled once or twice. She found herself inside the door as her stomach overruled any caution she had. "Well sit down," he said there were three chairs next to the table. She found herself sitting as the man placed a bowl of hot steaming mud colored goo in front of her, and a round circle of brown, it looked like a rock, but it smelled soo good her stomach gurgled loudly and her mouth was watering. "Well" the man said.