You walk through the hallway in the old time bar, leaving behind the sound of whiskey soaked laughter and the haze of half smoked cigarettes. Entering the adjacent room you hear the sound of an old accordion and other pieces of a junkyard band filling in... music playing a familiar song. Across the room dances a girl. Dark hair and deep red lips. She turns around smiling coyly from behind the long black feathers of the old fan. She dances to the cluttered circus-y music... in your head you hear the words of a raspy voice singing...