Loud music pounded on his ears, shaking out the last remnants of sound thoughts from head, causing a feeling of euphoria and absolute freedom. At the same time, Mick wanted to dance, sing, and chat with everyone who caught eye.

This is the essence of the vocalist, the face of the band, who is used to always being in the center, shining the brightest, blinding others with his incredible charisma.

But for some reason now, instead of gathering around himself a noisy company of cute groupies or bigwigs of modern show business, Mick was looking for a familiar silhouette in the crowd.

Frontman of The Rolling Stones really wanted to smoke. This realization came somehow immediately, as soon as he landed hard behind the bar. And it rolled over in a nervous wave, to the point of trembling in his hands, pushing all other thoughts into the background.

Mick put his face in his hands, tilting his head slightly in an attempt to make the most seductive facial expressions. He knew what women were addicted to: unusual facial features, sharp cheekbones, combined with a certain rebellious gallantry inherent in Mick, melted ice fragments in the heart of a young lady of any status at the moment.

There was a chuckle from the side. Cold, as if detached, immediately clinging to an acute hearing. This soft exhaling sound burst out of the crowd, drowning out everything around with its presence, enveloping in the soft velvet of a familiar baritone. When they managed to get so close that Mick could recognize his lover from the crowd by just a laugh? And why is it so important now? Alcohol probably makes people too sentimental. It should be taken into account. "You look irresistible as usual."