The queue.
The charge.
The stamp.
Dark room. Flashing lights.
The drink. The jug. The ice.
The music reverberating.
The anthem playing.
The dance floor. The stage. The podium.
Bodies moving. Bodies grinding.
The heat. The sweat. The fatigue.
The clock ticks. It’s time to go.
Back to reality.
The NightRider’s waiting for me.
