Once I finish with work

 it is all fun at exhibitions (btw: I am going to start translating this guy's comic next week)

and dance performances.

Standing frozen in time

staring my dark side straight into the eyes, I can feel a slight irregular palpitation in my chest and for a second or so my brain urges me to flee. But no, there is no way I will run. I will stare it out and force the dark side to run away.