“I didn’t want to spend much of my life working, doing work, even more work until I eventually die for the sake of money to stay alive. I wanted to say sing because I thought that was the life I wanted.”

Basilyo sighs his smile faltering as guilt and shame, something he thought he pushed past in Penacony. It was a shadow that always loomed over him, no matter how much he tried to run it would crawl and hook to him.