I instantly felt the need to regurgitate the contents in my stomach. But being a daughter of a 'high class' family keeping a perfect image has long been burned into the depths of my thoughts. I closed my eyes and told my self to endure, you have to get through this. After my unsuccessful but effective self therapy session I opened my eyes with the same if not stronger distaste for the party but a renewed determination to survive through this ordeal. Lowering my presence to the smallest possible degree I slowly shuffled my way to a group of students who dressed in gothic/emo styles and mingled with the crowd til I basically merged and blended into a part of the group.
I kept to my self to the best of my ability avoiding all possible interaction , that was until a slightly drunk and frill covered Lolita crashed into me spilling her mild cocktail all over my cloak. " - wuuu~ ah i'm (hiccup) sorry, here let me wipe it for you-(belgh)" before she could finish her sentence a putrid sour substance came flying towards me. I swiftly stepped to the side and replied curtly " Thank you but no thankyou, take care!"
Before quickly escaping the scene and out of the hall. I sighed bitterly smiling to myself ' As I thought, innocent good with those events. Better to escape while I can.'
Before I realised my feet brought me to an unfamiliar corridor and stopped right I front of a exquisitely decorated door/gate.
I looked around to see if there were any security guards or students near by. After confirming I was in fact alone in a perfectly quiet area I unhooked the clasp that held my cloak and neatly folded the large piece of cloth before entering. Looking straight ahead I saw a balcony with large doors. The sparkling moonlight gently illuminated the room unraveling the secrets of the darkness. To my delight the room was scattered with various of musical instruments all with a particular theme; traditional Chinese instruments. There was a jinghu, huobosi, huluho, sihu, fang xiang, tiqin, pipa, banhu, zhonghu, erhu, dizi (flute), liuqin, guqin (7 stringed zither) and a guzheng (21 stringed zither) shimmering majestically in the moonlight absorbing the tranquilly rays.
Seeing the guzheng my eyes lit up as I quickly discarded my folded cloak beside the guzheng and lifted the hem of my dress (hanfu) then sat before it. Suppressing the smile creeping along my lips I gently place my hand on the string a gave a it light tug. 'Deng~'
A beautiful note slowly echoed through the room spreading into the depths of my bones. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before placing both my hands on the guzheng and began to play the music of the moonlight that faintly lit the room.