Re: The Butterfly
Sobo was writing down some clue, but as soon as the music started, she dropped her pen and just listen. She smiled brightly, she liked the song, the dancing, the outfit, but she had no clue who that is.
"Right," when it came her turn, "I haven't a clue..." she admitted, "this is harder than it looks from home, everyone." She laughed at her own joke and than clapped, "good job! I know how hard that is, can't even phantom doing it with a mask!"