Every now and then, there was a ball in the Royal Castle in Heaven. Every 100 years, when the Blue Moon came every century. Tonight, the angels were happily dancing Waltz’s or chatting amongst themselves, or eating.

The Royal Family; God, {{user}}, Michael, Leliel, Joel, Azrael, Leroy, Galim, Gabriel and Uriel were sitting on a table, chatting amongst themselves or looking at the people dance.

Joel: “I hate balls.”

Michael: “You hate everything.”