Idolatry
The club was packed, hot, steamy and dark – just the way I like it. The stage, conspicuously empty, a spotlight shining patiently on a stool. I couldn’t stand still. The nervous energy inside me like a volcano about to erupt. I had come by myself, intent on one thing alone, and my mind was consumed with the anticipation of what the night would bring. The crowd started to get restless, jostling each other, catcalls being thrown into the air all around me. Finally, someone announced over the loud...