John accompanied Benjamin Taylor and his family towards the inner circle entrance.
Casting a glance at the people queued on the other side, he couldn't help but reflect on the world's inherent inequalities.
While some are born with privileges, others are left to hustle in the grind of life.
Though he harbored no envy for the privileged, he wished for an egalitarian existence for all.
The inner passageway was tranquil, with only a few individuals ahead.
Benjamin Taylor led them past the grand entrance, through an elongated corridor.
Magnificent paintings lined the corridor walls, reminiscent of a medieval noble's mansion.
John admired the exquisite art but ruefully shook his head, feeling out of his depth in art appreciation.
The corridor eventually led to a massive gilded door, adorned with an array of precious gems, underscoring the concert's lavishness.
Two uniformed guards stood sentry.
