⠀"ID please?" The security guard asks me.
You see, I am eighteen; but he doesn't need to know that. I wearily hand him my fake ID that states my age as being 21. He looks at it, shrugs, and let's me in. It's that easy; it always is.
⠀I walk past him into the club. As I walk in my favorite song Stay High is playing. I run to the dance floor and grab some random boy to dance with. As we dance on the floor I start to sing and dance with the song.
"But I gotta stay high, all the time; to keep you off my mind!" I was so into the song that I didn't realize everyone had stopped dancing to look at me singing. Once I realize everyone is staring I stop singing, embarrassed; and go to the bar to grab a beer.
"What will you have?" The bartender asks.
"Anything."
"Okay," he says while pouring me some kind of beer. "You know you're an amazing singer right?"
"Haha," I nervously giggle, "thanks. I guess when a song means something to me I can get into it."
"Well, I have never seen anyone able to get lost in the music like that."
"Oh yeah?" I say as I abandon my beer to head back to the dance floor.
"Yeah, what's your name?" He yelled to me as I headed back to the dance floor.
"Brooke!" I yelled back.
⠀I disappear back onto the dance floor, where all bodies become one; and where all problems and secrets go away. No need for any kind of drugs; this works just as well-the perfect high.
-End of Oneshot-
