The decibels invade the room. The walls are shaking.

And the energy of hundreds of dancing feet rises from the floor.
I’m on stage with my headphones and my favourite sweatshirt.

This is how I let off steam, in a loft of this metropolis
that can crush you or exalt you.
It depends on how you approach it and what you have inside.


The decibels invade the room. The walls are shaking.
I chose the latter.

This is my world, I know every single person moving to the rhythm below me.

It’s not alcohol or drugs, but friendship and music, real music, that pumps through your veins and demands your attention. I put on the last record and when we leave dawn makes an appearance behind the skyline.
But there’s time for another adventure.

We have the rest of our lives to sleep.

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