Music
Abandoning the soothing temperature and illumination of the eatery for the overwhelming heat and sunlight outside makes my stomach roil again. It is fortunate, in hindsight, that I did not feel full even after I ate the dish Atlanta ordered for me.
Well, it is even more fortunate that the dish, after all, did not contain worms. It was even the tastiest dish that I ate there. But I shall never tell anybody that. In any case, it has no relation to my current predicament, namely my unsettled, overheated body.
Atlanta is dragging me somewhere else again. In this heat. And she only said that I might like “it.”
And then, we arrive before a canopied stage with several costumed Midgardians on it.
They, even from afar, have been blaring out some kind of… noise… with some poor musical instruments. And people are jigging and yelling along – `Surely it is not singing?` – in front of us, facing them, ignoring us completely.
It unpleasantly reminds me of the “songs” that people – including Thor – usually “sing” in taverns in Asgard. And it only makes the intensity of the heat and light all round me increase.
No, I definitely do not like “it.”