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“Think you near murdered someone up on that stage with those hips.” His casual comment is spoken with ease, despite the speakers pulsing a bellow of a beat through the crowded room.
The mass of musicians congregate after the award ceremony’s offerings, downing every glass of champagne and sniffing whatever appetisers float past them, bodies close-knit in their unified method of artistic expression. Alex can’t boast the same knack for notes as them, his place here borne of mingled connections through mangled friends, but it’s a hub of ‘happening’ and nothing less. Life is never more lucid than in those who speak and sing and love freely.
“Well deserved win, by the way. Sounds like you thought gettin’ this big was just a matter of time.”