4 + 2 + 2 shots of whisky and listening to The Piano Guys’ Michael Meets Mozart on repeat had a spellbinding and a gradual hypnotic effect on me. My head started to carousel and I threaded between consciousness, subconsciousness and fought unconsciousness. It was the most bizarre feeling I had felt.
Hold my hand as we glide,
On this magic carpet ride.
Through the cotton candy skies,
We fly and we spy.
Michael Meets Mozart.