It’s the end of the day. The sun is low and entering through a window. "Stay with me".
Lighting a candle, relaxing on the sofa. "Loverboy".
Calling friends wondering if anyone got plans. Smoking. "As Cores de Abril".
Running a bath of hot water. "Trust Me".
Turning on the stereo, playing the greatest of Aretha Franklin. You’re touched by her beautiful fragility and strengthened by her deep force. "Day Dreaming".
Getting in the bathtub, relaxing. "Holding You, Loving You". "Here Comes the Sun". "In Your Eyes".
Drying off. Feeling clean sweat in the heat distributed by the residues of water vapor, drawing nonsense onto the mirror. "Beauty & Essex".
Wondering who you gonna meet tonight. Friends? A Lover? "Obedience".
Putting on some perfume, as it gets dark. Beginning to feel the unknown excitement of the night. "Lying Has to Stop". "What’s the Use?".
Starting to do that wiggle walk, smiling alone. "Guess Who Loves You More".
Getting ready to party. Answering texts, smoking again. "White Bronco".
Dancing in the living room in your underwear. "Are You Ready". "30 Hours". "Could It Be".
Dressing up. Thinking about the night. It gradually rises in intensity with a rhythm that moves you from the gut thanks to creative geniuses David Byrne and J Dilla. "Seen and Not Seen". "Airworks".
A ring at the door. A friend entering the living room. "What Am I to Do".
Ringing again. More friends. "Reach the Stars". "End of the Night".
Cranking up the volume. Dancing in the living room. Singing. "Summertime Magic". "Untitled 03".
Dancing as if it was the middle of the night. Trying crazy dance moves. "The 3 Lyrical Ps". "All Mine". "Speed Demon".
Feeling Horny. Thinking about going out. "Out of Your League". "Centipede".
Turning off the lights. Still dancing while blowing out the candles. "Trying to Be Cool".
Turning the volume all the way up before leaving. "Together".
Turning off the music. Leaving.