Bickering feet on the hardwood paraded the building in civilized disunity. Sounds of talking and paltry laughter immersed the boy into a posh pool of his future. The bustling clamor of the servers with their glasses and silverware came to interrupt the miniature orchestra, which had come to play generic pieces of jazz for an audience that bothered not to recognize it. Nonetheless, they were getting paid for it, so no matter to them. The boy, meanwhile, ran around the hall, unconstrained by the many people there were to cavort around. He felt so thrilled to be running amok in the massive hall, which was accompanied by a multitude of smaller, more quiet auxiliary rooms. Though they found him a nuisance, the boy and his friends knew that the adults were too engaged in their talk above to care for their games. With that in mind, they kept on racing upon the marble floors and around the colossal pillars that looked down on them. The tall adults talked without interruption from the kids. So long as those finely-dressed adults didn't interrupt them, all was an exotically formal bliss for the children.