The loud chatter, graceful dances with paper fan, and never ending sake. That is what it's like to be a Geisha. You understand it very well since you've done your training too like the rest of them.

But what happens when those painted face met a kind smile? A heart never lies and it shows. It's absurd to see a living art to be smitten with a common helper boy. A gem should not be associated with a pebble.

A living art should not dwell in temporary pleasure, even and especially love.