Now the music is off. However, I pass next to a little pub and a voice tells me “There’s something up there”. Smooth strings swept me inside the club and when I’m in, tech-house percussion starts to take my body. I’m Mr. Stranger walking around the club and looking at all that crystallized eyes. A synth starts to sound at the moment I’m going upstairs, like if I was increasingly getting high. Finally I find a door and I go out while the music starts to fade out; no, it’s not the sky but the rooftop. There’s a loner girl smoking a cigarette, and I don’t know why she’s like “I was fucking waiting you”.
Now I’m with that girl, driving on my way. The first frame shows the shortie emptying the ashtray of my car. There’s on the radio a pretty low pitched girl voice over a melody that reminds me of Untrue or Street Halo. I’m going fast down the road in order to arrive to my room with that brown-eyed smoker girl. The song is getting smoother when we leave the car. We go upstairs and I open the door while she’s putting off the cigarette. We finally arrive to the bed and an amazing, melancholic melody, with a piano, an afro-Cuban influenced break, a note of a trumpet and a high pitched voice brings the magic between this two nude spirits.
Now I’m up against the wall, she’s gone and I’m looking through my window while the skyline tries to afflict me. She’s my city, and sings with a mellow voice: Hey you, kindred soul.