Ellora looked over at the other two shouting their own requests. “Oh...” she....bit her bottom lip and returned to her seat. The song she requested was the furthest thing from what the other patrons wanted, and she didn’t want to monopolize the poor musician. He had already played such a lovely song for her, but something told her a waltz isn’t quite what the others wanted to dance to. If only she knew how to dance to rock music. Ah well, can’t be helped. “I suppose you should listen to them instead.” She shrugged and laughed a bit sheepishly. “I don’t think this is the sort of company interested in a waltz...”