Hattie walked into the grand ballroom. She had heard about this place, and had passed the huge doors before, but she had never payed it much attention. Until now. Finally her curiosity had seized her and here she was, doors closed behind her, the clunk of them closing muffled by their age and coats of dust.

She sat down, cross-legged with her right elbow on her knee and her chin resting on her fist. Looking out at the expansive wooden room, she wondered where the music went. There wasn't an area that was significantly raised. And, being the amateur musician that she is, she was genuinely curious.

Shrugging slightly, she sighed and fell backwards, stretching out her legs and laying out like a five-pointed star. She wondered if people ever came in here, just for a peek. She yawned. Curling onto her side, she blinked her heavy eye lids a couple of times until finally they stayed shut.