On the main street of the world...
River is sitting on a table, legs danging over the edge, a large drum between her knees.
Steady as the beating drum
After trying and failing to get back to Serenity, to share the music with the ones that matter most, she's doing the next best thing -- sounding out a fitting song.
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child, a long, long way from home
There's a sheet of paper next to her, covered in writing. But she barely needs to glance at it.
The din in my head...
The drumming and the singing is, of course, excellent; more than that, it's stirring.
"There's a heartbeat, louder than thunder
Revolution is in the air"
Steady as the beating drum
After trying and failing to get back to Serenity, to share the music with the ones that matter most, she's doing the next best thing -- sounding out a fitting song.
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child, a long, long way from home
There's a sheet of paper next to her, covered in writing. But she barely needs to glance at it.
The din in my head...
The drumming and the singing is, of course, excellent; more than that, it's stirring.
"There's a heartbeat, louder than thunder
Revolution is in the air"