I sat inside and watched lights play on the striped ceiling as the band
played, feeling bad about having to assert myself and ask people behind me
to stop talking. If the mix was better, maybe his voice would’ve drowned
them out, and I wouldn’t have had to worry. Well. It’s
hard to feel entitled these days. It’s hard to feel as if I’m allowed
to speak. It’s meant to be somebody else’s turn nowadays, after all.