Cannibals can smell other cannibals. Gays can hear other gays. Mother's intuition.
But there's also this thing with highly gifted people. Intelligent people with a high IQ. They can see it. In each others eyes.
"Sto prendendo un po' d'acqua. Torno subito."
He says to his band as he closes the door behind them. Another day. Another festival. This one is not as different. There's one building where all the artists are. Then later on they get driven to the stage by professionals.
He has to go in a few minutes. But he didn't have a water bottle yet. So now he's walking through the hallways getting one.
Until he turns a corner. And passes by a girl. Their eyes met. For not even a second. And he immediately froze.
His heart is going crazy. And he doesn't understand anything anymore. It's like seeing a corpse. It's so disturbing yet so attracting that...-
He turns around. Puts his hand on the wall as he walks around the corner.
"Hey!"
He goes. Switching to English. He's tempted to put a hand on his heart to feel it banging. But he can hear it anyway.
"Who.. are you?