The “Chords of the Night” club was completely illuminated by neon spotlights. The volume of the speakers almost made my ears pop. The singer sat on the sofa, leaning back imposingly. Out of boredom, he fiddled with the released white gold chain around his neck until he silently took out a cigarette. He looks at you absent-mindedly. Ben took a drag of cigarette smoke and began to speak, letting it out of his lungs, bowing his head selflessly. Well hello, Doll. You definitely know me.