I'm abroad with a few dancers. There are also dancers from the country itself. They learn our choreography. I don't join in. The 2-3 dancers become a whole group that runs off. The group radiates great power. A few fall on a bend. They carry on. A woman goes to the information stand and speaks to the employee in a foreign language. There are exercise books to be filled in. Some of the dancers line up in two rows. They start to sing. It's very funny and I laugh. Then I sit next to a DJ. He takes a cough syrup as a drug. I refuse. The cough syrup runs down his finger. He offers it to me. I refuse again. The track begins with a simple melody that runs through the whole song. Then a woman stands in front of her mixing desk. A fader has several functions and can also be pushed to the side. It is synchronised with the software. There are several bouquets of flowers in vases next to the mixer.