WE GO UP

It hits your temples and tosses you around as if the world suddenly decided to become a music video - without a script, but with perfect lighting. Everything vibrates, flashes, breathes with bass. The air is thick with confidence and electricity, and thoughts are discarded somewhere near the cloakroom - where no one will look for them.

Every sound seems to be polished to a shine, but still with a mischievous smirk - as if to say, too good to be a coincidence. A second of silence - and then another wave: loud, bright, almost insolent. That very energy that makes you want to stand on the table, snap your fingers and prove that you can start a party with a single movement.