Enjoying the evening, atop a private rooftop lounge. Within the lounge, a beautiful world-class patio: one with a breathtaking view of the ‘high-rollers’, ’bachelor parties’, and endless ‘reckless drinking’. Anybody who is ‘anybody’ has come to this private lounge to experience the breathtaking view, this beautiful patio provides.
As the evening proceeds. An Irish scotch – on the rocks – in one hand; In the other: a beautiful curvaceous blonde named Tikka, dances the night away along my side.
“I need a break. I’m heading to the patio to smoke a cigar, get away from all this disaster, I’m feeling nauseous” I tell Tikka. “Okay” – Tikka replies
To my surprise, I found the patio. Only it doesn’t resemble anything like the brochure. “How many drinks did I have?” I began asking myself. Only after finding myself in a big metallic cube, full of buttons, with the number 63 stamped right on the corner of the metallic grey cube.
Moments later, I finally find the patio. “Such a beautiful patio,” I think. “Just like the brochure.”
The view. I embraced this beautiful view.
I peered into the distance. I glanced downwards something felt odd. Across this same building, below: I noticed a reflection on the corner of my eye calling me; On the opposite direction, a crowd of hundreds enjoying a concert below.
As the evening proceeds, Smoke clouds emerged, a loud thunderous crackle resonating from the barrel of a m-16 spraying empty on to the crowd below: From the window of the 32nd floor.
No one seems to notice. The music is blaring, everyone is in their world – 63 floors up.
In Awe. The night pissed and wasted away. Interrupted to the sight of such horror. I felt I had to find a way to stop such horror.
Tasha saw the bullets piercing into the flesh of the innocent bystanders below. In horror, Anthony screamed at the sight take cover to protect themselves.
A performer on stage perforated in the leg bled out.
I go downstairs to find the police. Their no police officers on guard, only security.
To the corner of my eye – even 63 floors up, I was able to catch a glimpse of something intriguing.
As I peered into the distance, I noticed a woman kneeled down, with her head position downwards and in both arms holding what seemed to me a rosary, like she was praying.
I was intrigued and surprised at the same time. “Get out of there. Run” I wanted to tell her, but I knew there was no use I was very from her, but I could see her I could make out – the only thing I could make out. Everybody was running and the women, which was in plain sight was kneeling down praying – in such circumstances. Which left me in amazement. We in such dire circumstances always have the capability to turn to hope and pray, and we have internal greatness within us, for the best circumstance.
I guess I wasn’t the only one who witnessed such an intriguing sight as my partner Tikka knelt beside me and starting saying praying herself.
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