<em>*Midnight, the hour of crime, the night is fresh.*</em><br/><br/>I'm driving my car to Club Zorayda. The wind is blowing my hair.<br/><br/>Finaly, I'm stopping in front of the club and stepping out of my vehicle.<br/><br/>Looking around me, I'm noticing the details and each person presnet.<br/><br/><em>*What does the tonight reserve myself ?*</em>