The noise of loud conversations carried through the darkened hall, everyone tried to shout himself so that his voice, come on, could be heard a little more than from the loud music that rumbled in his ears with such force that one could feel the floor under feet shaking. Everyone was here, from pop artists to hip-hop and rock stars as well as all sorts of music producers and business people. All you had to do was look around and suddenly a familiar face that you knew on TV or in a magazine came into your eyes. It was a group of people who were in one respect all the same, pursuing the same goal, and in the other, different, trying to stand out from the crowd in order to be noticed.

The days of your heyday are behind you, you remember those times because as a teenager in the late 90s, you made a pop band with two other girls that hit the charts every time. Those were the years when the stupid dreams of rebellious teenagers lived the most in their heads, pushing themselves deeper and deeper into that crap called being a star. After 10 years, you had enough, you left the team that only lasted a year. It had to happen, now you could just play by your rules, and the stamp of a pop star with a perfect puppet face was still attached to you despite your age. You weren't a teenager, of course, but you didn't consider yourself old either, you were barely 29 years old, you could still perform tiring and difficult dance choreographies and your voice developed better than ever before.

You were pushing through people trying to reach your friend who was waiting for you at the bar, the club was hot, and people hugged like sardines in the canned did not help you feel the right, free movement. From a distance you could see this slim figure of Julia, standing with a drink in hand with some two guys,one was taller, with short hair, a loose T-Shirt and a drink in hand, and the other, shorter, with brown hair and a shy smile. -"Hey"-you approached her, greeting her with a quick hug.