Souls Journey into "The Unbeknown" told with music

They both had an equal will to survive, and the balance of that desire had placed both species inside the one body. It had been a strange, almost schizophrenic journey. However, Soul had not complained They both had an equal will to survive, and the balance of that desire had placed both species inside the one body. It had been a strange, almost schizophrenic journey. However, Soul had not complained...
Saskia lowered her head and tried hard to hold back the tears she had so far been unable to release. The DJ played the song by the group Passenger, ‘Let Her Go’. Several cosy couples became overly smoochy and intimate. Something in the lyrics made the moment intense. They seemed to mean something to Saskia, and looking over to Ruby, who stood watching quietly on the side-lines, Eve could see that the words were hitting her in the heart as well. It was all too much.
  
Then … as though taking upon the role of an Egyptian high priest, he shouted, ‘We drink to Amun-Ra.’ Music began to trickle around the amphitheatre as the sound of Gustav Holst’s ‘The Planets – Mars, the Bringer of War’ threatened the ears of those who dared to listen. Sinister, disturbing, unnatural – yet ultimately magical. Not an eye blinked, not a head turned.
Picking her way down the recently gritted steps, she was delighted to find wild boar was slowly turning on a spit roast. Nico, their Italian chef, was attentively basting the meat with his favourite lemon marinade, whilst ostentatiously singing along to ‘non è l’inferno’ by Emma Marrone. Eve smiled as she removed his earplugs and shouted, ‘Ciao Nico, hai una voce molto buona.’ 
As if on cue, Micah and his band stormed on stage playing the Fall Out Boy track ‘Centuries’. With the tempo raised, the volume on high and the mood lifted, Eve patted Saskia’s shoulders and hushed her away. ‘Go find Florence and the other girls. Forget about Nico – his marriage won’t last anyway
 This planet recently lost a wonderful, iconic musician who created lyrics about my kind, “There’s a starman waiting in the sky/He’d like to come and meet us/But he thinks he’d blow our minds”. Well, hello – we are here and we have been here for a very long time. Not always, but mostly we walk amongst you disguised as humans and there are many genuine reasons for this, but using Bowie’s lyrics, the whole blowing your minds issue was a genuine concern.’

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