The party was in full swing. The music got louder and louder with the second until the walls were vibrating. At least nobody would lose sleep over it, the entire dorm was here, cramped in my room.
I staggered through the crowd, dancing and swaying to the beat of the drums. The alcohol had taken the sharp edge off and the haze was a very welcome guest. It made me forget why I’d made such a fuss in the first place.
“I don’t give a flying F. Not a flying, not a flying, not a flying F,” I sang, dancing and bobbing to the rhythm of the beat. I could feel the flow of the song, the tug of music on my heart. It was like it played inside me, drumming through my veins the same way like the wind magic did.
I was one with the song and the song was in all of us. Everyone around me was moving with t
