“I’m dying.”

Somebody told me that, and at that time I didn’t have any idea if she was just bluffing or simply making fun of me. After telling me those two words, she turned her back to me and started walking toward the crowd. My eyes followed her graceful movements. When she reached the stage, she raised her hands, swayed it on the air, mimicking the rhythm of the music. She laughed, screamed and talked, like she didn’t drop a bomb using her words in front of me minutes ago.

I shook my head. I glanced at her one more time before I headed to the exit.

When I was already alone, with no loud...