Taking another deep breath to steady herself, Amalia walked past the safety of the outside and passed through the doors. Her purple mask with its slight shimmer brought out the colour in her eyes and she peeked around. It was a whirlpool of colours and dancing, wigs and jewellery. But most of all, royalty.<br/><br/>She stuck out withe her massive staff that she refused to let go of and she clamped down on her lip.<br/>"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." The soft orchestra music reached her ears and she smiled a bit, her focus now becoming picking out the different instruments.<br/>She probably looked loony but it managed to calm her down.