Like a movie

Friday night, 1 am, Fad bar: J's going-away. I'm in the middle of the room, standing, watching T and J's sister E talk. E is dressed all in white; with her long blonde hair and recent history, did I hear T describe her as ethereally beautiful earlier tonight? I might have; I'm not sure. They're too far away for me to hear what they're saying, but I was sitting between them just before, and I can guess. J, P, and two of J's friends who I don't know are standing nearby, in the half-light. I know the song that's playing but can't place it; in a moment, just before Cave starts singing, I'll recognise it as "Do You Love Me?". For the first time in a long while, I feel as if I'm in a movie.