A man offered me seventy euros for sex last night.
I said, what?
He said it again.
I said, why are you asking me?
He said, because I like the way you dance.
I said, why don’t you just ask someone to have sex, without offering seventy euros?
He didn’t say anything.
Or, I said, you can go and ask a prostitute. There are loads outside.
A good song came on and I started to bop to the rhythm.
He looked at me.
I looked at him. He looked … normal. Bog standard. Not like a killer or anything.
Ok, I said.
He nodded.
I went over to the side of the stage where my jacket was on the floor and walked out behind him. I didn’t bother saying goodbye to anyone.