I'm on an upper floor of a bar or restaurant with R. The lift is going up. We are to be introduced to the women. I feel uncomfortable, would rather not, but tell myself that it could be interesting. Three women get out of the lift. A man greets them. I stand up to introduce myself and put on my shoes. I explain that I feel safer then. Aren't we musicians? We should introduce ourselves. R. talks, then I do. I say that I used to play in bands and then with R. for about 10 years. Then I broke up with him and now we're trying to get closer again. I have two daughters and make music for film, theatre and advertising. R. interrupts me. He's now speaking in a dialect and I'm struggling to understand him properly. He reproaches me, says that he can't sleep, that I have to make a decision. I ask if it's not a bit much to talk about it here and now in front of people. It's very oppressive.