Short Stories - On The Way

Walked into a drag show expecting all P O P, and was surprised enough by this jam to Shazam it. Shazam-ing in public. I love the metronomic rhythm of the Satellite beeps da most. Sampha and Koreless do #hubblewave.

On the way. The drag show was for charity; it was a small space and there wasn't a great turn out but we had a good time. At one point I indulged the host, a girl I'd met twice through him, by coming up on stage and telling dumb jokes. It was hot under those lights and I felt like everyone could see the beads of sweat gathering on my forehead and upper lip. I talked into a mic and made some people laugh. My heartache subsided, just until I stepped back out into the blue night, but I briefly felt my old self sigh, happy.

Is this what the novelists meant by ennui?

Don't let me be misunderstood...