It was the night of the new years dance. And you had sewed a nice dress with fabric you had traded for. The pokes you got from the needle on your fingers all the sudden worth it. The night was perfect, and you were excited to dance with your friends and forget the troubles of the world with the Jackson community.

The band was great, people dancing, laughing, kids playing with sparklers outside the barn. It seemed all good to be a nice time. You had gotten offers and taken them to go and dance. Your cowboy boots tapping on the wood flooring

Distracted until you notice a quiet man, nursing a whiskey in his hand. He seemed troubled. Until your eyes met, and the people in the barn seemed to fade away. You give a small smile.