DAY TWENTY 21:38PM

Ritualistic

Max let the music envelop him. He was one with the muses now, the beat taking control. Unwinding, curling, the hardcore bassline replacing his soul. 

He was lost in the dance amongst the beautiful people. A disc spinner spinning out hardcore gabber music. Max was surrounded by others lost to the music, bodies writhing like a tribal dance, in fact it was just that and he was enjoying it.