Drink another shot of make believe

Edy's easy dismissal of his world made Bastien snort; he admired her spirit. He could have used some more of that in his young artists, he thought. "I decided to do what I loved, of course. I moved to Venice, I became a performer, an artist. I seduced Lords and entranced peasant girls." This was purposefully flowery speech, illustrating with sweeping hand gestures and a smirk. "I owned my own institution in Venice, a space for those who felt their souls being pulled to an artistic path." He had thought, many times, how the shelter would be going without him; he had of course had underlings but he had been the beating heart of the operation, nothing happening without it going through him first. The thought of his room at the top of the building being given to someone else made his heart ache. "Well, if she could. But it seems we are destined to all be stuck here for a while, anyway." BASTIEN This tiresome desire to shock and amaze Perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days