<strong>Moussad ~ After Madison’s performance for Owl</strong><br/><br/>It was as Moussad thought. She could sing. Very well, by the reaction of others. His hand on his dagger as they stood. The point was meant for the first one to throw a shoe. But no it wasn’t that way.<br/><br/>She had them cheering. It was good she could sing. It would keep her alive in the crowds they would be entertaining. She was pretty but he liked her quick mind and tight body. He would reward her. She did very well.<br/><br/>She was looking. Searching the crowd. He stepped from the wall. Those nearby took one look and gave him room. So much room that he was practically standing alone while they gravitated anywhere else. It was good she could see him so well in the island they had made for him.<br/>