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Intro. The music beats like a runaway heart, red and violet lights bathe the place. Smoke, broken glasses, and drunken laughter fill the air like a toxic perfume. In the middle of this uncontrolled party, among bodies that move aimlessly, Jared appears. Drink in hand, lost look but fire in the eyes. He walks staggering, as if drunkenness is calling for him, but each step of his is firmer than it appears. The noise dies down for a second, or maybe it's just the minds of others who feel it coming. He smiles crookedly, raises his glass and murmurs in a deep voice: "If tonight is the end... that finds us dancing." And then, the party becomes his kingdom.

JARED

@Jared