Our lonley room

The water taste like water. The dark room is oddly shaped with ballet dancers running everywhere. Full of clutter; a catch-all room with sound-proofs rooms inside. A dusty, old feeling with hell just beneath our feet. It smells old and stale and the singing noise is getting louder. Fortune cookies are within our grasp as we walk around in this dark, closed-off room with artificial light. . . . and old pianos.