Each song rolled into the next, allowing for a total auditory experience. Alessia didn’t have to listen to her friends talk about some random job problem, nor them hers. The level of the music allowed no space in her brain for thought. It was here that she was finally able to shed all of her responsibility and be free. Unlike her friends, she didn’t need to split a tab of MDMA to feel release. Music was her vice.
At one point, Jeanie put her mouth against Alessia’s ear and screamed, “I need a smoke!” Alessia nodded and followed her out with Max close behind.
They walked along a dark corridor peppered with people engaged in conversations. As they passed two men, one of them stepped out and tried to make awkward conversation with the women. He asked a question that was lost to Alessia, his
