Chapter 35

We will regret later there we do not have time.

When I walked up to the classical orchestra a few minutes earlier I hated rich people, now I knew being rich had its perks.

Like choosing the music for the whole room.

My fingers tapped steadily on the keys of the laptop kindly lent by the conductor while I expanded the playlist with my favorite music.

I took a deep breath and then motioned for the groups of musicians to stop just before I started the first song in my ranking.

While the first notes of the song far from the mythical group Roxette resounded attracting the attention of all the gratin, I headed towards the center of the dance floor, taking off my shoes in the process.

From the first words I undressed throwing my shoes on the ground under the shocked gaze of the guests.

I know there's something in the wake of your smile

I know there's something behind your little smile

I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah

I can see it through your eyes

I moved my hair mass as a member of the Beatles would have done, not caring about the horrified eyes staring at me.

You've built a love but that love falls apart

You built a love, but that love is falling apart.

Your little piece of heaven turns to dark

Your little piece of heaven turns to darkness

In the distance, I saw two teenage girls my age looking at me smiling.

In the crowd of strict faces those smiles stood out, as if they had been painted in color on a black and white background.

I decided to go get them and I brought them back easily to the middle of the track.

Without marking the shadow of a hesitation, they also began to dance, not caring much about the gaze of others.

That's what I liked most about people my age.

No matter how much we were criticized

on our attitude, our style or even on our lack of seriousness, we didn't care.

That was what teenagers were all about, we didn't care what other people thought. We lived day by day as if yesterday had never happened, today hadn't been written yet. and that tomorrow wouldn't exist. We made decisions on the spot and we loved to regret our choices.

We were certainly thoughtless but what were we alive.

Listen to your heart

Listen to your heart

When he's calling for you

when he calls you

Listen to your heart

Listen to your heart

There's nothing else you can do

There's nothing else you can do

I don't know where you're going

I don't know where you are going

And I don't know why

And I do not know why

But listen to your heart

But listen to your heart

Before you tell him goodbye.

Before saying goodbye.

And only God knows how alive I felt in the moment, under the fires of those who mentally criticized me, the music blaring and my hips swaying to the rhythm of the lyrics.

And how did I like that.