fuk it up

Somewhere between neon lights, Latin beats, and a rearview mirror lives the mood of "who cares, today is just awesome." When heels are louder than the bass, hair smells of gasoline and cocktails, and girlfriends laugh like there's no tomorrow. Everything around is a bit overloaded - the music, the attention, even your own reflection, but that's exactly where the fun lies: being a little bold, a little drunk on freedom, a little bit of a rock star in your own movie. The world doesn't need saving as long as it's spinning to this rhythm.