Upbeat music. Neon lights. Flash lights. Dark background. Tiredness
and smoke in the air. Loud music beat, heat in the air. Smoke in the
air. Sweat in the air. A crowd soundscape and landscape party dressed,
moving sensually to the rythm, sinuously, in curve, many with body parts
and different coloured bare skin on sight. Suggestive, but unappealing,
frightening instead. She watches all in slow motion. Dressed as a tokio
00's pop culture, leaning on the coats couch in one dark corner of the
room. Seeing, but unseen. Active, but unparticipative. Allowing in all
the revelations of perspective that bring stayin' awake at that hours in
the am. All the worries. All the regrets. All the unsatisfied desires.
All the true desires.
He vibin' in the middle of the crowd,
takin' smokes after another and exhaling them into the air. For him it's
just the moment, the wall of people around him bumping into him and
each other slowly, sometimes a current of two or three people brush his
back in one direction as they make an expedition to the bathroom passing
through the multitude.
She decides to step out of her thoughts
and of the coats couch in her corner, to adventure herself for a walk
around and into the bathroom; not really out of a need to pee, but to
task herself in the durational scenario of the night. As she steps near
the sticky floor of the bathroom, the cloud of podrid coming out of the
toilet cabin smell backs her off. Instead, she takes a look into the
room on the left, where the slow RNB dj is displaying an environment of
concious releasing into the streams of night and somehow party
meditation. She passes through some people corridors, and some others
that she strugglily opens, carefully pushing with some frustration till
she finally puts herself people walls further. She tries to stay in one
spot and move, dance in the limited space that she finds herself in. But
she doesn't believe for too long in the proposal. Before she decides to
leave, she's tapped in the back by a familiar touch. It's him, with the
happy face of somebody that does belong to the scenario.
Him: Where were you?
Her: Did you even leave this room since we arrived?
Him: Don't you like the music?
Her: You mean this noise? (points to the atmposphere)
Him: Are you not enjoying?
Her: Do you enjoy it when your friends don't miss you?
Him: You wanted me to look for you?
Her: Were you not worried that something happened to me or that I might be crying in the bathroom?
Him: Are you mad at me?
Her: Are you high?
Him: Don't you want to stay and dance for a while?
Her: In which space?
Him: How much space you need to make a dance?
Her: How many people around you do you need to forget you're alone?
Him: Are you scared of me?
Her: But dance how?
Him: Can we try to dance in a hug?
Her: In a hug?
Him: Or just come closer?
Her: Do you want to fuck?
Him: Is that why you would bring us here tonight?
Her: No
Him: Then?
Her: What
Him: Stop.
Her: Stop?
Him: Relax.
Her: pffff. Okay.
Him: Come.
They
take each other with their foreheads leaning towards each other's. The
world around them persists, the noise, the crowd, but it's numbed, like
coming from behind a 2 meters thick wall.
