Cream Teas Cafe on a Rainy Day

All around her bed there were naked men trying to get near her, imploring and beseeching.   They were all on their knees, all wearing steel collars above their testicles, all chained by those same collars to the floor, and all with flaccid sexual organs, many of them huge.  She ran the back of her hand down the cheek of one of the men, and murmured something in his ear. 

Who sings now?

Music is universal. But who is singing now? Farm Aid, Live Aid… Woodstock. Every single person singing, chanting, dancing, keeping the beat feels bigger than themselves, they feel they are part of something larger. Even if it is a sad song, we can all feel those feels too – along with everyone else in the audience. But who is singing now?