One would think it was a political rally of some sorts. Or an exclusive Men’s league meeting with a few ladies who managed to brave storm. The room although spacious was almost filled to capacity. There was an unspoken guidebook. A prescribed rhythm of movement and behaviour which seemed normal to the untrained eye.
As I made my way up the stairs, I could feel it. A slight movement in the crowd to acknowledge my presence. A stirring, as if they could smell the intruder in their midst. I do not know if it was the bright hue of my clothing which gave me away or the gentle sway of my body as I moved through the crowds.
The night moved on like the tease she was. Enthralling you with her movements sometimes and inflaming you when she decided to be naughty. Yet you had no choice, she was the boss and made sure everyone knew it.
Just when I had relaxed enough to feel almost part of the group, there was a sudden explosion of sound which caused every nerve in my body to tingle. The regulars seemed unperturbed and stood up.
It was then that I realised that the sound signaled the end of the football game I was watching.