Music could be a dangerous thing.

For instance, there was a siren in the Barton Community Center because of a banged up old Ani Di Franco CD that had been lying around in Jane Greystone's CD rack, just waiting to be listened to. Casia Greystone, Barton's local anachronistic mythological creature and longtime music aficionado had listened to it, and her head had been filled with societal discontent. At first she had just mouthed off to Jane about it and sang a few rebellious songs, but then Jane had challenged her to actually do something (stipulating, however, that she would prefer it not be dangerous or something she would be hearing about on the evening news later).

With this in mind, Casia had set out to change the world and ended up as a volunteer in toddler music classes at the Community Center. Admittedly, it wasn't exactly the sort of stuff that would make the Man tremble in his corporate boots, but it was important, or at least to Casia, and she wasn't outgoing enough to organize a rally or brave enough to challenge companies.

Anyway, Casia liked toddlers, so she was enjoying this particular project. She sat around a group of them now, saying "Repeat after me, yeah? Do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do."