Curtain! It rises and I, the Diva, make my entrance on the stage. Through a maze of corridors and rooms with a vintage flavour. Girls and boys dance around me and part to open a passage for me. Geometries. I sit down for a second on the velvet of a couch to absorb the warm colours of the 1970s: hues of mauve on the eyes, burgundy on the lips, deep marsala on the nails.. A wild disco music starts, the temperature rises, I want to enjoy myself all night long. I am not here to be understood, but to be adored.