The fire crackles and roars, but the air around us doesn‘t get any warmer. Joni dances a wild, crazy dance, beating her bare feet on the cool sand that borders the water. Her belt flips violently around her tiny waist. We‘ve learned not to ask why she dances when there‘s no music, because all she ever does is smile and shake her white-blond hair out of her face.           
    Lionel‘s in love with Joni, but she doesn‘t know it yet. We aren‘t supposed to know it either, but it‘s hard to miss when besides that tiny dancing girl, the only thing reflected in his eyes is the fire. I don‘t think he wants to love her. He doesn‘t want to love anything that will take time away from his music.

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