It was his favorite song the DJ cranked to vibrate the very walls, and it was all he could do to make his way up the three flight on the spiral grand staircase, swimming was it was with equal amounts colorful balloons and innumerable people. The deafening throbbing of the base echoed up his hand on the ancient doorknob and through his entire body as he reluctantly shut to door that only slightly muffled the end of the dancing thrum of Daft Punk and onto the beginning of another familiar rhythm.
He grinned.
By the unforgettable base line..it had to be.. He could hear the chorus whisper through the wood..
People are strange...
He looked about the room he entered, and immediately regretted it. He smile faded, but did not die;"The Doors" had the music that always made him smile no matter what.
..when you're the stranger..
There, right across from him, was the open balcony. The decorative wrought iron did nothing to hide the view; the dizzying height, even from this distance, made him instinctively press his back against the wall. A slight breeze billowed the curtains towards him, almost as if they were welcoming arms.
..People get ugly...
He shook his head slightly, and swallowed his bile. Forced his eyes away from the beckoning threat before him.
..When you're alone..
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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