When Frau had come in to take his shift from the day bouncer he hadn't been overly pleased to see that their entertainment today was a harpist. He much preferred the louder types of music that got everyone riled up. It would usually mean he would have something to do that night, like piss someone off or have the pleasure of kicking them out. That wasn't as likely with the harp, so he took up his position at the wall prepared for a long night of boredom.

Only to find that he hadn't been bored. As the harpist had continued to play, the music had begun to sink into Frau. Unwillingly the images of the subjugation floated through his mind in time to the music. It fit so well, and, amazingly, it didn't make him feel completely sad. It was kind of cleansing in a way. Frau didn't really understand it, but he didn't have to either. Whether or not the songs meant anything to anyone else, they did mean something to him.