[color=ed1c24][center][h1]Aimée Bellerose[/h1][/center][/color] Several hours later, after most of the soldiers were already too drunk to stand up or were already in their tents, Aimée was laying down looking to the night sky. Her body was tired, but it was good. She had a lot of fun that evening. She heard a lot of stories, met a lot of interesting people, had many surprises... She didn't even remember the last time she had that much fun. Maybe she should hang around for a little more. The Blood Rose Irregulars were a very interesting and merry bunch. The battles were exciting, the stories, even more so... [color=ed1c24]"Yeah... Maybe I should consider joining the Blood Rose Irregulars for good."[/color] She said to herself with a sigh. [color=ed1c24]"The stars are beautiful today."[/color] She said to no one in particular, looking to the night sky. The stars were shining bright in the sky. A beautiful full moon illuminated the night with its silver glow. Aimée lifted her legs, covering the moon with her feet, moving them around almost like she was playing with the moon, spinning it with her feet. It was funny, even with death, wars, battles and disgraces, she was always with a smile on her face. All the Belleroses always had a smile on their faces. Some said it was a curse that all the Bellerose carried. Aimée liked to think it was a blessing. The Bellerose were always entertaining people. On their own way, they tried to make the world a better place, with smiles, music, jokes, dances... Even if it wasn't enough to change the world, it was just enough to bring a smile to the face of the people who watched them. Still playing with her legs and the moon, she started to sing to herself. Her voice had a happy, cheerful tone, the music was enjoyable, it inspired those who heard it to dance, but the lyrics were almost a lament. [color=ed1c24]"Je n'suis qu'un troubadour J'amuse mon monde mais le monde va mal Et la Terre tourne tourne tourne tourne tourne pas rond mais je n'peux rien y faire Rien d'plus qu'un troubadour J'amuse mon monde mais le monde va mal Mes chansons tournent tournent tournent autour du pot de ce monde à refaire   Le monde va mal je m'en amuse Insolent impertinent Quand nos dicateurs abusent J'écris une chanson ça fait rire les gens   Le monde va mal mais que puis-je y faire Avec mes coups de gueule mes calembours Ni politicien ni militaitre Je n'suis qu'un troubadour. De toute façon ce monde n'est pas le mien J'écris des chansons pour fuir cette Terre Au lieu de vivre aujourd'hui je préfère Chanter en attendant demain bis"[/color] [hider=Lyrics in English] I'm only a troubadour I entertain my world but the world isn't doing well And the earth turns turns turns turns turns not round but I cannot do anything about it Nothing more than a troubadour I entertain my world but the world isn't doing well My songs turn turn turn around this world In order to start anew¹   The world is doing badly, I amuse myself about it Insolent impertinent When our dictators abuse their power² I write a song, that makes people laugh   The world is doing badly but what can I do about it With my rants my puns, Neither politician nor soldier³, I am only a troubadour Anyway, this world is not mine I write songs to escape this earth Instead of living today I prefer To sing while waiting for tomorrow (2x) [/hider]