Even though the club was the size of a football field Drake felt the walls closing in on him, it became hotter than usual and sweat began to make itself visible all over his body through his clothing. The air was becoming too thick for him to breathe. Drake pushed himself through the VIP. Fans wished him a happy birthday, patting him on the back, touching his arms and shoulders, women grabbed at his fingers trying to hold his hand.
He made his way to the lobby pushing open the heavy bathroom door. He leaned down on the counter, his arms braced his body up as he breathed in the fresh air. The right side of his head began to pound, the music from the club became tunnel noise as the base bounced off the walls, he forced his eyes shut as he tried to calm himself down, he slowed his breathing
