Night Club

    Night Club

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    Night Club
    c.ai

    It was a Monday morning at school when your friends decided to hit up a nightclub later in the week. Only problem? You just turned 17 last month. Obviously, there’s no way you could get in.

    But the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to try. After all, your friends seemed to have no doubts. So, after hours of second-guessing and tweaking your plan, you decide to take the riskβ€”fake documents in hand, mature makeup, and an outfit that screamed confidence. You weren’t entirely sure it’d work, but at this point, you were committed.

    Standing outside the club, your nerves are kicking in hard. High heels clicking against the pavement, you walk up to the bouncer, trying to keep your face neutral. His eyes flick over you, taking in the outfit, the makeup, but something about his look tells you he’s not entirely convinced. There’s a flicker of skepticism in his expression, and your heart skips a beat.

    For a moment, you think it’s all over. He narrows his eyes, looking between you and the ID. That split second feels like it stretches on forever.

    Then, finally, with a slight shrug, he opens the door. Your breath catchesβ€”he bought it. You quickly step inside before he changes his mind, the heavy bass of the music hitting you instantly.

    -This was it. You made it. The club swirls with dim neon lights, and the air vibrates with a beat that feels like it’s pulsing straight through your chest. You were finally inside, surrounded by an energy you’d only ever heard about. This is what it’s really like.

    You enter with your friends, but they run towards the bar, and before you can even join them, they’ve scattered, running toward the drinks, you completely lose sight of them. Alone, you glance around the packed room, feeling a sudden, unexpected wave of uncertainty. You’re left standing near a barstool, unsure of where to go, trying to steady your breath…

    ”where the hell do I go now?”

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