Josh walks into his parent's chambers.

"Mother, father, I don't want to have another ball."

His mother looks at him.

"Oh yes we are." She said. "I am not wasting anymore time seeing you sit around. We want an heir!"

Josh's father comes to her side.

"Easy Laura." He said. "It is a big deal, but he mustn't push our son too hard."

"Thank you father." Josh said. "Look, I'll go to the ball tomorrow night, but if I don't find anyone by then, I want to fall in love my own way."

Josh's father quickly stood up.

"Deal!"

Laura sat in shock.

"No! I will not let that happen!"

"It will mother." Josh said before walking out.

When he walked through the great hall, he couldn't help but scoff at everything being done for the big event. He wants freedom and to find his own way of love.

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She's in the class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen

But lately,
Her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us

Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

THE NEXT DAY

Josh opens up his closet.

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim but stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone

And they say
She's in the class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen

But lately,
Her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

And they scream
The worst things in life come to free us

Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside
For angels to fly

"JOSH!" His mother called. "I need you to wear this."

"Mother, I already picked out one this morning!"

"This is my ball, I decide what you wear."

Josh snatched the shirt of her hand.

"Fine."

An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life

This time will fade out tonight
Straight down the line

Josh walks into the great hall

And they say
She's in the class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen

But lately,
Her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

They scream
The worst things in life come to free us

And we're all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man

It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly

For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
For angels to die

Josh sighs, feeling a bit confident for the ball. Although he's not sure who he'll end up with.