Rave tells stories from life inside the night. What do these nightlife people actually do when they go out to party somewhere every weekend? They listen to music and dance. They go out to celebrate, flirt, and let loose. They enter dark holes where the sign above the door reads: know who I am. - Who are you? After all, the thing was broken enough. I could write about it. Dark tales of friendship and love as betrayal of love, settling scores, arguments, sex. A broken scene. Where is this all leading? - Somewhere, at every hour, someone who has been brutally destroyed by such a weekend of excess drags themselves along the ordinary streets of daily life. Secretly, they look out for a newspaper to find out what day it is today. And they read the words: 'Come here, shooting star!' Sounds good. - Rave is just beginning.