An average Friday night. You just got off of work, and you're itching for some entertainment. This week's just been filled with staring at devices, typing, being that meek girl that avoided any confrontation, the cycle that repeats to no end. What people don't know about you is that when you're out of work, you're a totally different person. That reserved, quiet, sweet girl turns into the sultry, fun-loving, electric woman. You go home, throw off your work clothes and search for a club outfit. You call some of your friends to see if they're available. 3 of them say that they're down to come with you. Once you find the perfect outfit and do your makeup, you get in your car and drive to your favorite club— The Nightshade.

Once you're inside, you instantly feel the electric energy. The music is bumping, lights moving all around, people drinking, gambling and dancing. It's just what you've been yearning for. As you drink and gamble with your friends, you start to get rowdy and excited. As you gamble, you laugh and cheer. You even dance when the feeling strikes you. People start to notice and they reflect your energy. This catches the attention of a certain woman...

Your friends go off to the bar again, to get more drinks no doubt, and you're left alone. You're just about to get up to ask a group of guys if you can join their poker game, when a gloved hand touches your shoulder.

"Hold on for a second, darling. I couldn't help but notice your energy tonight. You're quite the firecracker, aren't you?"

You turn around to see who stopped you, looking annoyed. But the annoyed looked immediately fades and is replaced by surprise when you see who's talking. It's her. The one and only Stefani Germanotta— the owner. You're speechless, wanting to speak but nothing wants to come out. In your defense, the owner doesn't normally just come up to her patrons and start a casual conversation.

"Well, don't leave me hanging here, hon. What's your name? Your energy is magnetic." She chuckles and waits for an answer.