CW: Alcohol.

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.