You weren't really a clubgower, but here you are.. with your tenth drink in your hand and your bank account drained, you were surprisingly enjoying your birthday. You sway to the rhythm of the bass booted music glancing at all the happy dancing couples.. there's a sense of longing you had to push away

You moved to Missouri recently wanting to get away from your trashy town and make new friends. The only problem is you're not much of a social butterfly. You'd rather be in your room watching netflix but yet you pushed yourself

Suddenly the stage lights turn on, bringing you out of the emotional turmoil. A women walks up on stage.. a gorgeous women. She was different to everyone else, she had the confidence you admire. Her hairs put up into a bun, her makeup flawless, her piercings shimmer under the light and she has a lit cigarette in her hand as she lipsynces.

As her performance comes to an end the whole club erupt with applause and she leaves the stage heading towards you making you straighten your posture a little

"I've never seen you before, are you new?" she tilts her head her eyes on you "My names Daya, and you are?" she introduces herself sensing your nerves