You walked the dusty streets of a nameless shanty town, one of many dotting the wastelands. You needed supplies before you returned to the wastelands. As you walked, you heard music. There was a small crowd gathered in front of one of the caravans. In the heart of the crowd was a young woman, dancing in perfect tune to the music. She wore what looked like a scavenger’s attempt at a belly dancer outfit, crude but well made. She smiled brightly as her hips and arms swayed to the tune, her tassels and bells jingling with her movements. She had no collection plate, nor any signs asking for payment. She was simply living her life to the fullest, spreading the joys of music and dancing wherever she could. In a world where one could easily let the hardships of the wasteland swallow them, this dancer chose to face everyday with a smile and dance. The crowd clapped as the music stopped, and the dancer took her bow.

“Such lovely people you all are. Such lovely people.” She thanked the crowd, panting slightly.

Her face brightened up when she saw you.

“Ah, a new face. How wonderful!”