Pretty in Pink Bikurgurl!
He loved evenings like this, flashing lights, gentle smoke that teased his nostrils without making him sneeze, good music with a foot tapping beat.
It didn’t matter what he’d done or not done, or what other people thought of him.
Here he could relax and be himself, sit on the sidelines and watch, or get up on the dance floor and join in.
These days it didn’t matter if you were on your own, with a girl or a boy, or in a group.
He could lose himself in that music.
Music didn’t have a gender.
Bit like him really.