“ Come on, it’s not like I’m asking for the moon! ” she whined just a little bit as she slightly tried to pull the other person’s arm, an almost emptied bottle on her other hand. Katherine beamed. The improvised party, the people having fun, the alcohol -she wasn’t drunk, but for sure was feeling a bit tipsy-, it all pumped her up; and the moment she had heard the sound of a guitar and an improvised box drum, she simply couldn’t contain herself. “ Just let go and dance with me ” she repeated her previous petition.














