The resounding noise of obscure instruments, made of the broken shell of the city we once called home, echoes in these empty halls. Percussionists utilizing steel beams and barrels, the odd harmonics of these plates, the quiver and sing in melodies synching to the bows that dance across their sanded edges. The haunting symphony that fills the air resonates with one's emotions, its powerful, almost.. soulful, It would even entice the most reluctant to dance. If that wasn't enough its evident that booze helps the scent in the air is pungent, festive, and filled with rum. This joyous display of humanity almost makes you forget the wasteland aboveground. If only for a few precious moments.
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