It´s Candiss in the House

The doors open, the audience is flowing in (with a meter's distance, of course). Lights, smoke, pink. In the middle, there are you, yes you. Your shirt is a bit prettier than usual, and you are wearing your cleanest shoes. Maybe a bit of perfume? "What's happening?", you might think. You look around the room. Do you know anyone, or are you waiting for someone special? The room looks nice, the round room with the shiny and new ceiling. Oh, the lights are dimmed, the mood is setting and the crowd settles down. It gets dark, it begins.