Copyright infringment

There is a man dressed in all white; buttoned up shirt, white denim jeans hanging real down low, baggy like Busta when he rhymes. In the lights it is impossible to tell, as red, green, and blue changes the tone of everything every few seconds in the expanse of the club. The only colour possible to see is black. Bass is down low, pushing every living being's guts deep into their soul.

A man walks up to a beautiful girl in a room that was out of her tastes. She sings with the songs and her feet tap. Her friends laugh at jokes someone told that nobody but them understood. Something like "...and he said 'WAAP'". The man does not understand, but does not care.

The man says "I would not mind spending every day, out on the corner in the pouring rain"

The girl says "Maroon 5" and does not smile.

The man walks away in a shade of blue.