DJ Overdose is playing an oldschool hiphop set. P. and I instantly get into a dancing mood. After 20 minutes, I-F takes over the stage. As if he didn’t already play every night before. Anyway, this time I have the feeling I am dancing for my life now. I feel as if this is the one chance to show him that I don’t have bad intentions. In the contrary, I wanna show him what he is missing out on if he keeps being mean to me. I feel like I am dancing for my life.
The whole time he is watching me very closely. Soon it starts raining, but I don’t care. I am standing at the back end of the dancefloor, so I can see how all the guys are turning around and looking at me all the time. Someone starts cheering, next to me is a guy wearing a jacket with a self-made embroidery, something like “Disco for the Dancers”. He has little hearts in his eyes when he looks at me.
At six the party is over.
The next morning, I listen a bit to ifm disco fetish. I am greeting with songs like “Magic Dancer”, “Silver Shoes” or “Silver Surfer”. When they play Ovni – Ufo I turn the radio off. They know. I know. We played games. This was song Number 2 on 👻. -> The slot machine
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