The smoke drifted around in the room. You could see it around the dim glow of the few lamps set around the bar. Many a person sat drinking but oddly silent as a girl about eighteen stood at the small stand up podeum. They anticipated that she would ing. She was nervouse and had sung befor but nothing of her own heart's creation. This was a Rosey original. She cleared her throat, "Hello everyone." She heard quiet chatting as it began again in the beat up sofas surrounding the stage. She felt so small and alone standing an the stage yet she got up the corage to say before she began to sing, "This is the first of my songs that i actually wrote." She herd scattedred applause as she began the song. She had poured her heart and soul into this paper and as she sang her beautiful voice filled the room. People sat quietly taking in the sound of a sad soul. And as she neared the last stanza of her song people began to clap. She smiled and no longer felt so lonely. Then as her voice died away clapping filled the room and she was swept away by a stranger asking to buy her a drink. She accepted a drink from this dark complexioned starnger. He was handsom enough for anyone to admire with dark green eyes and dark bron hair and a pretty smile. She thought she had just met another friend.