Saniti walks by the busy busy streets, overwhelmed by the vendors and the sights. Her heart was racing, she had finally returned to her mother's city, a place she had till now only dreamt of. She had found herself with a family, merely days into her arrival. Yet, something in her was restless; an urge, a need to have something all of her own. A desire to make a mark on this brand-new society. 

She'd spent most of last week trying to think what it was she was good at, aside from the things that tied into her violent past. She wanted this new life to mean more than just mindless killing, and endless living. As she stood under the intimidating buildings of this new land, taking in the fresh night air, an idea hit her starved brain cells. She was good at many things, but the one thing she really loved was her love for words. Nothing excited her as much as a nicely put play on words. "That's it!", she thought to herself, "I shall bring my love of poetry alive to this new strange land! There is always a need for inspiration and motivation!"

With this, she went and stood right in the middle of the pavement, amongst the vendors and looked around. She saw two buckets just sitting there idly, and she sat down on one of them. In the busy night, surrounded by men and women of various professions, from all walks of life, she began beating the bucket like a drum, starting with a slow beat. She was going to sing, and she didn't care who or what heard her; she just had to sing. 

He was good in bed
When he wasn’t fooling with men
An ice queen of kings
Built for ages of flings

Pity for the engagement
A talent wasted on ceremonial commitment
Little did she know she married a slut
(Um…what?)
Little did he know he married a slut

Pineapples and grapes, 
Tales and tapes
Love in forbidden takes
Plucked by Aphrodite herself
Chained by the sapphic
Concealed by Hecate
And branded a heretic

"Trust in me" they'd always say
Never to each other 
Burning in flames

A love story
Bound by society
Mapped with fruity magic
Doomed to suffer tragedy...

Gaining more and more confidence with each tip, Saniti found new opportunity in her singing. She was very happy, not just with the money, but more that the people of this land found promise in her, that they listened to her sing and she finally felt a sense of belonging. 

She presented her next song, titled Lost:

If I’m lost,
Will you come find me?
If I’m gone,
Will you send a search party?

If I die on the side of the road
Would you cry your eyes away?
If I lose to a death or more
Would you cry on my bed?

If I’m lost,
Will you come find me?
If I’m gone,
Will you send a search party?

‘Coz I would do anything 
To find you once again
‘Coz I would do everything 
To be by your side again

If I’m lost,
Will you come find me?
If I’m gone,
Will you send a search party?

How do I go on,
In a world without you?
How do I walk past,
Every memory of you?
Life won’t be the same,
How could I want it to be the same,
Without you?

If I’m lost,
Will you come find me?
If I’m gone,
Will you send a search party?

If I lose you
I would lose me
If I let go 
I would hate me
If I don’t do
Please replace me

Sarai smiled listening to the songs and folded her arms across her chest. Remembering the days she herself would sing. Such a long time ago...

She goes up to the singer and hands her $1000, Don't give up. Keep singing, pats her hands, and walks away still listening to the song and humming to the melody.