Urania and OPEN, around 11
There was no spotlight that fell upon the area designated as stage for the night: it was simply a corner without anything in it where people could gather to watch on in a half-circle.
Urania felt it calling to her after someone had finished a song and she stepped into the centre of the space. In the lights and with each movement, her gown twinkled like stars in the blackness.
She opened her mouth and took a breath, not yet knowing what she would say before the words came out. The words that did come were not her own.
"O Constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died..."
The poem was The Constellations by William Cullen Bryant, and she recited it with the grace and passion expected from a Muse.
When she was done, Urania bowed her head to the small pocket of applause and then slipped back through the seated revelers and towards the bar, desiring another drink.