Far from the sunset

“Thank you” I close the taxi door and head inside the club.

I had to show my identification to the guard. As I go deeper, I already hear the cacophony, yes, those unpleasant, inharmonious sounds reverberate in my eardrums with ferocity. The music enters my torrent, but the emotion does not buckle. Without any fuss, I walk through the place full of lights blinking along with the vibration, swimming among the wave of people that cross my path. Alcohol and cigarettes come together in a cloud, I wrinkle my nose, I hate the smell. Every now and then the word "permission" comes from my lips; I rarely nudge, if there is no other way. These people so absorbed in debauchery, distanced from reality, fly and become too absorbed in the moment. That's why I don't want to join the pile.

“Where are you Silvain?” I ask in a breath, it's difficult to find my boss's daffodil among so many people.

I suppose, for some reason, that he is so prestigious, he must be in a VIP area, surely