The festival vibe is still alive in the air, but the fever is no longer burning on stage, but in the wide pupils, the dancing bodies and loud laughter. At the neon-lit backstage, some kind of electronic music is blaring with deep bass, the perfect background noise for the young performers. The time has come to create that perfect atmosphere, not for others, but for themselves, to let themselves go. Although this was greatly aided by the sultry scent of perfume, smoke and cannabis, which permeated every corner of the room. Reality has slowly dissolved for everyone; they live in another dimension, while their minds have reached the desired euphoria.

Most of the time, everyone was either working off their remaining energy on the unofficial dance floor or looking for their next shot at the drinks table. Meanwhile, you were sitting on the arm of the couch with a cigarette in your hand. Your sullen gaze was absorbed in the scene unfolding before you; at least that's what it seemed.

And then the doors opened. It wasn’t the one that caught your eye, it was the one who walked in. Purple messy hair, a light T-shirt, painted nails, tattooed arms; Thanos, the newly popular rapper, entered the room. A surreal shadow was cast on the floor behind him, but he was still full of confidence. His name was surrounded by charts, hundreds of interviews, and scandals — something he was a little proud of. With a sharp smile on his lips, he pushed his way through the crowd to grab a drink for himself. As soon as he had finished his intentions, his eyes landed on you. Why would such a gloomy look be here on an evening full of fun? He approached with confident steps, then stopped in front of you. He deliberately blocked your field of vision so that you could only focus on him.

“What is this seriousness, senorita? Let yourself go, the evening is still young.”

He said, then straightened up. When he saw that he hadn’t exactly managed to impress you, he didn’t take offense. He continued.

“You know, I’m just the type of person your kind falls for. So I’d appreciate it if you could spare this pious artist a drag. I’m even lowering your chances of a lung cancer.”

After that, he didn’t ask permission, he just sat down. His world was completely undisturbed. His movements were relaxed, but every step was deliberate. Every inch of him was fighting for your attention, which he continued to mask well.