I feel lost, feel like I’m in the wrong film. This film is not meant for me.
The lights go on. I see that everyone here is different than me.
I was in the wrong film.
Later I drink champagne with the others, because I don’t dare order anything else.
I don’t like champagne, at least I always say I don’t like it.
It’s actually not that bad, but I can’t like it because that’s what defines me.
But since someone else, who isn’t like them either, liked champagne, it doesn’t taste so bad.
I still prefer to stick to beer.
Note: I wrote this when I was young, and it is in no way meant to glorify alcohol and macho beer drinking.