JUDE
Alive. On top of the world. A fucking god.
That's what it feels like when thousands of people are screaming your name, hands in the air as they reach for you, calling out and dancing with you as you have the time of your life. This crowd is different. More charged, more engaging, and wild.
Nothing like I have ever experienced before.
The bass is thrumming as Zein raps, and what am I doing? Oh, I am dancing. I am jumping and running along the long podium, getting closer to the audience, where I lift my shirt as I start grinding as I run my hand on my chest just as my part come along.
Belting the words out, I throw my head back, as I lift my shirt higher, before making eye contact with the audience, before I smile, before giving a particularly pretty girl a wink.
I see Andre coming over to me as he picks up his part.
