Blackout.

Where all the power cuts out. I'm sure you've heard of it. Well, in preparation for blackout, the streets of Washington Heights were busier than New York.

Stepping down into the club with Vanessa and your brother Usnavi was an experience. The place was crowded, though people made sure to avoid getting in the way of people who were dancing on the dance floor. You and Usnavi made your way over to the bar to Benny, sitting on a stool, a small shot in your hand.

"Wepa Vanessa!" A chorus of people giggled, most men. She used to it. Everyone wants Vanessa. But this time they were referring to her company, Usnavi and Usnavi's sister, you. A guy asked her out to the floor and she agreed.

A whole group of men danced with her, repeated lyrics fall from their lips as they sang:

"Vanessa, let me get the next one. Vanessa, let me interject some. The way you sweat, the way you flex on the floor. It makes me want you more!"

Lord, no manners?

Nonetheless, she continued to dance with them. But her eyes occasionally flickered over to you.