Even with the heavy curtain and the walls, the music was still audible. Billy took in the quiet, dim atmosphere, and let his fingers glide through the air for a moment. He smiled to himself, and then at Goodnight, and then took up his hands so that he could lead.

He was still not very good, and being a little drunk did not help. But he could do it. The only problem was, the only dance he knew was a waltz, and the music that was playing was not quite right for that. He did it anyway, holding Goodnight close and smiling at him.