The heat in my stomach slowly developed into a heat, while the muffled beats of the beat down through the ceiling. Any votes for some corners of the room pass through the undulating air and tell me what I do. "Go outside, you will be searched." I slowly get up, the movements flowing faster than I had planned. Past the muffled beats and smoky voices that can not identify me. Sung, shouted, spoken? Only the sweaty face of the I can see the drummer as he puts his head back to him then sweeping to throw forward. The beads of sweat flying through the air, shining like his face.
meets the cold outside reached me like a blow. "If I were made of plastic, I would have burst when the temperature difference." I consider loud. Unverständnisvoll-looking faces cross my field of vision, if they talk to me, I hear they do not. Only a loud voice from the corner, I can perceive clear, even if I understand the meaning immediately. "Hey, my puke is pink!" Shouted the voice, and laughs hysterically. "Are you looking for me?" I ask more searching and look around. There seems to be not still. "No," says the voice of the person with the pink vomit, "L. looking up, she went back inside. "
I want to thank for the information, but words seem superfluous. Again among the people, the uncontrollable twitching of the beat, I'll yell. "I want to talk to you! Come on! "The faceless body runs away so fast I can hardly follow, so fast that I no longer feel the ground under my feet.
Mir fällt auf, dass ich den Körper überholt habe. Neben der Tür bleibe ich stehen, wartend, tänzelnd.
Die Hitze in meinem Bauch wird wieder zu Wärme, ich erkenne, dass das Gesicht, das auf mich zugelaufen kommt, L. gehört, die an mir vorbeirauscht und die Tür aufzureißen versucht. Sie ist abgeschlossen. L.s Tränen fließen schon, bevor ihr Kopf gegen die Tür knallt und ein Geräusch erzeugt, das fast den Beat übertönt.
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