"Where's my f***g money?" 
"John, please, give me more time"
"You fat f**k, when you asked me for money, tell me, what did I said?" 
"John, please.. i know.. i know"
"You know nothing you f**k, you was so desperate, came to me ask for money, tell me what did I do? Tell me you piece of shit motherf***r" hitting him again.
"Johnny please, stop... stop..." while standing in his knees and holding my leg, crying
"I opened the drawler and gave you 2 grand right away without asking questions, as a favor for what your uncle did for me last year. I didn't said Mickey i need more time, no. Gave you 2 grand right away with the condition that you pay back in one week. Tomorrow i want my f***g money" kicking him to the ground.

I look around the room and i see a ticket on Mickey's desk. I pick it up and look closer "Metropolitan Opera, Friday night at 10 o'clock - soprano Zinka Milanov. Costume mandatory", then I put it in my pocket and walk away. 

With the thought of buying an elegant suit, I get into the first clothes store and buy a nice black suit with a black shirt. Already dark outside, I quickly headed home, grab some to eat and get ready for the opera. 

10 o'clock, i'm already there. First row, right in the midle. The lights are now off, the orchestra, the conductor and the soprano slowly climb the stage and the lights light up easily, but not too much.

It starts to become interesting, the first thing i notice is the soprano, of rare beauty. That look, her eyes watching threateningly to me, I'd say. And that black and long hair shone like a star in the dark, damn. She always looked at the crowd from right to left and vice versa, but everytime she reached the middle, where I was, she was staring right into my eyes for a few seconds. Didn't take my eyes off her not even for a second. Watching her eyes, then the way she was moving her lips, then those long legs, and again from the start.

After half hour, I was no longer paying attention to the orchestra, all I could hear was her angelic voice. It was like a dream that I didn't want to wake up from. Every few minutes the crowd stopped and applauded, but I had stopped to applaud for a long time already. It's not like I didn't want to, just that I wasn't aware of the situation.

I finally come back to reality when she turns her back to the crowd and leave the stage with the orchestra, in the continuous applause of the spectators.