You had finally managed to get yourself into one of the most highly talked about and highly raved clubs in New York. It took standing hours and hours in line, but you finally got in right before they closed the doors due to full capacity for the night.

The inside was absolutely extravagant and expensive. The bar was stocked with alcohol you’ve never even heard up along with ones you have. The inside had dancers on pedestals both male and female for patrons alike. This night club was like no other you had been to.

As you’re looking around, a drink in hand, you spot someone from across the way, nestled behind vip rope. It’s Louis Washington. The A-List celebrity. The three time oscar winner. Your celebrity crush.

You quickly walk over hoping to get a picture or an autograph with him, but as soon as you get close a security guard steps in front of you telling you this area is off limits.

Just as you’re about to walk away, glaring as you do, Louis’ voices rings out. “It’s alright, Damien. You can let her in.” Cigar smoke is slowly coming out of Louis’ mouth as he looks at you and smirks. He’s surrounded in his booth by a bunch of beautiful, but barely covered dancers from the club. “Well come on, sweetheart. Don’t be shy. You’re a fan right?”