You are no less doomed for the music. 

Starlight stabs through her dark. It burns in her dress like diamonds, as corrupt as it ever has been. Not for the first time she wonders if she should have eaten the stars before eating the sun, but they always have such a way of not being the most annoying thing in the room...

Though they come very close. Very, very close.

There is too much new here; new rules laid down, new patterns to memorize and excel in. She cannot turn that fast. She can hardly turn at all; the vast weight of her unexamined desire plunges onwards, barely aware of the train tracks that misdirect it - though misdirect it they do. It may seem as though she is not playing when she strides through the crowd, sending rivals and obstructions tumbling like dolls, but that would be a mistake. She is dancing to this music; she simply dances in straight lines. It may seem like she is not waiting her turn when she seizes it, but that is to miss that she has accepted that a turn is a thing to be seized.

And so she takes Hazel by the hands, though she must bend down to do so. Even in defeat and madness she has never been small.

"Trust not those wearing masks," she instructed. "You dance with me alone."