I am playing my tracks at the nightclub consolle dressed in my flesh-colour catsuit covered with glitters. At some point, I catch a glimpse of a blonde woman dressed in a total black minidress. "Is she looking at me?" I ask myself. As I look up raising my right hand to call out the dancing crowd, I look better at her. "Indeed, that bitch is looking right at me," I decide. "Finally some worthy rival." Once finished my dj set, I thank the nightclub guests cheering at me and step down from the stage, walking to the bar counter. I sit on a stool, order a Negroni and look right back at that blonde bitch from over the rim of the glass.
