The noise was shut out, and the whole room quieted down.
Link took off his hat, pulled a chilled bottle of orange soda from the fridge, drank about half of it, and the heat on his body was mostly dissipated.
He stood at the window, drinking his soda and taking a brief look outside. The sunshine was still brilliant, and from the Mexican restaurant on the east side to the hot dog shop next door, the over five hundred meters of public beach was crowded with people who came for the party.
Everyone was listening to music, drinking beer and soda, some were singing, others dancing, surfing, and playing beach volleyball—an incredibly lively scene.
Ding Dong!
He received a message on his phone, from Selena.
"You just got back from Paris, how come you are in Miami now? Always running around, it's hard to track you down."
"Came here to rest for a couple of days, what's up?"
Link flopped down on the sofa, texting with his phone.
"I have some updates about Taylor, wanna know?"