<strong>Moussad ~with Madison</strong><br/><br/>The taste of her kiss still on his lips as they walked down the busy corridor. The place was alive with slaves and trainers on the move. It was an activity that filled the different sections, divided the flow of traffic and had the main vein of human cargo spiraling off into different areas.<br/><br/>Moussad turned left. The sign read Department of Music. The sounds of cries and whimpers could be heard as they passed certain doors. Certainly characteristic of kennels. But there were other sounds. Sounds of rich bass and tenor. Soprano and alto voices tripping along as melody rang out. All in different tempos and music. It was a collage of songs that seemed to send the feet moving forward toward a goal.<br/><br/>Moussad stood before a double door. The sign read music room 5. He gave Madison's chain a tug.<br/><br/>"Come," He said and pushed the door open. He entered a room with a platform at one end. A piano and two women waited on the platform while below and behind a podium stood a scowling owl. On second glance the large Owl was a man, possibly with certain unusual DNA.<br/><br/>"I bring girl for to sing, Song man!" Moussad said.<br/><br/>"Your thirty seconds late," The owl insisted.<br/><br/>Moussad's eyes narrowed. His hand moved blindingly fast towards the platform. A solid thunk echoed in the room followed by the off key chime from the piano.<br/><br/>The owl eyed the piano. It now had a dagger imbedded in one of the legs seriously close to the accompanist who was smart enough to have both feet up.<br/><br/>"You've stabbed the piano," the Owl said.<br/><br/>"Practice," Moussad growled showing a nice row of teeth that might have been mistaken for a smile.<br/><br/>The meaning was not lost to the Owl. "Release her and have a seat."<br/><br/>Satisfied, Moussad turned to Madison. His hand to her collar. His eyes warmed as he looked at her.<br/><br/>"Sing you for this one," He said and motioned for her to step up to the platform and take her place.<br/><br/>