Wind picked up, played with strands of black hair that was rebelling against the pins holding it in place. A new song kicked in, starting very slow, making Choro sway slightly. She closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the new song – literally. Just before she hit the ground she rolled to the side, spreading her legs in the air and pushing her body off the ground. Soon she found back on her feet again to meet . . . a sandman? A hand was offered to her. Had a voice spoken to her? Choro felt light-headed and a bit dizzy as she extended her arm to lay her hand in that of the sandman. Rolling her head she let herself get pulled in and work her own little magic by not thinking about her movements any more. 

Intuition took over. The movements became more powerful, less lazy as it had been with the first song. Throwing her head back she grabbed the shoulders of the man before her and pulled herself up upon the sand to gently lower her legs behind the creature and find solid ground, back to back with the sandman. For her everything had become a blur of sound and colour. Her trained muscles stretched beneath her skin making her countless tattoos dance with her. She had to remember this kid – he mixed nice tunes. If he'd also manage some classic or rock?