The Group Dinner:
The party includes Failure, Fearlessness, Selfishness, quill, sunk, Impulsiveness, axe, teddy bear, Certainty, chicken, Gramophone, Rat, and Widget; all bathed in orange (#FF7F00) light.
The moment I stepped through the door I knew it was going to be a tough journey. Not that there was anything obvious I could point at, mind. It was more a matter of mood in the trees.
At the first turn in the path, I no longer felt overwhelmed by it, and made up my mind to persevere.
The tux was a bit of a surprise, as I don’t own one in the mundane world. At that point, the path led me to the stage, and the amphitheater was full. The stage was dark, except for a single pin spot on a classic Gramophone. I raised my baton and cued the music to begin.
The crank handle turned on its own, and the band played on.
It didn’t want to stop. It insisted on playing. It kept me standing there, waving my arms as it played.
The more I flapped my arms, the more they looked like wings. Then the feathers came in, and I stretched my wings and flew away, up, up and away, high enough that I could see the strings and sets from the outside.