After that the musicians sink into their preparations and you elect to leave them be. You drift over to a rack of hats by the back wall and run your fingers over a particularly fine crimson velvet affair when several new voices begin sounding in the echoing room.
You scrutinize each of the newcomers as they arrive, one after another.
A pair of fit youths not much more than your age bounce across the room, gabbing with the easy sport of brother and sister. At one point she—older and taller than he—claps her hands and takes a wide stance. He sprints towards her and leaps into her arms, and she lifts him clear over her head and holds the pose with just one palm against his chest. After a moment her legs wobble and he slips down, landing into an easy back somersault.
Onward