18cmartinezbarriento

Jazz. Jazz music every where. People were swaying to the cheerful beat, laughs and words exchanged as they danced. The atmosphere was, although it was supposed to be fairly formal, happy and cheerful. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling lit up the spacy room, a few candles standing proudly on the well-served tables. Chicken, turkey, duck, and just about every other animal flesh you could think of smelled wonderfully, heavenly desserts over-powering the juicy smell. And, in the midst of them, a tall, red-headed girl was stuffing her mouth full of the delicious treats. Momoko, now 16 year old and going to high school, was far from the elem