Saturday was spent running from one place to the next. Along Orchard road, I could hear music in the air, music that didn't care, that just wanted to have some fun. I rushed past the guitar player who was strumming hard, his brown fingers almost breaking strings, his hair flying all over the place, and a hand grabbed me by the wrist, warm and clammy.
"Why so hurry?"
OH MY GOD. A slim, lanky Drag Queen dressed like a glittery Christmas tree stood before me. How cool is that?!
"Come on baby... We dance!" he declared with his broad red lips, shaking his hips.
"No," I hesitated, "No thanks. I'm in a hurry."
He pouted, "Oh come on baby. Come on!"
"Next time," I said.
"Next time?" he winked flirtatiously.
I walked backwards, still facing him, giggling, "Next time... Next time..."
I moved off and lost myself amidst the colourful crowd. From a distance I could still hear the music playing off-key, alongside drunk voices yelling out bits of lyrics.
And then, just as I was about to cross the road, the Diva let loose a loud wolf-like howl of joy. It was completely wild and hysterical.
"Crazy..." someone beside me muttered to her friend.
I couldn't help but smile.