A warm welcome - By Lysander Smith

The Shed

Guessing that he already got in. I approached the guard.

"You need something to go in?" I asked him. He was around my age, tall [well not as tall as me], muscular and was sporting a very uninterested pair of eyes.

"You need a pass" he said in a lifeless voice "and I suppose you don't have one" he said I shrugged.

"Look man I was supposed to come here with a friend. I didn't even want to come here in the first place. He insisted and texted me the address_"

"Believe me bro I don't have time to listen to your stories, but as you are a fresh face. I am giving you a chance. Go call your friend and get him here. It's the only way new people get in. A new person can get in as a guest with one who already has a pass" He went on explaining.

Humph! I exhaled. If Lee doesn't pick up his call now I am the one going to speak unpleasant words.

"Yeah Lyse my man. Where you been?" he asked me. I couldn't clearly hear his voice over the thumping of the stereo. But I was surprised he got in at all.

"You got in?" I asked amazed and appalled.

"Yeah well I waited like eight minutes outside" Lee said.

"LEE I haven't a called a guy since my kindergarten these many times" I cried.

"What are you saying? Someone stole your license by barton?" Lee screamed from the other side.

"What my license _ whatever man just come out" I said raising my voice.

"Your License just came out?" Lee asked in disbelief. "You liar you said you got it three months back" Lee was saying

"LEE COME OUT" I screamed agitated. When did I ever say 'license'.

After few minutes Lee got out and fist bumped me.

"Ow why the sad face?" Lee asked me "Apply for a new license"

"My license is right here with me. You were not even listening to what I was saying?" I asked him.

"Sorry loud music" Lee apologized and beckoned me towards the guy.

"Hey Rambo we cool" Lee asked the guard and showed him the pass.

"We are cool if you stop calling me that man? When did I used to say that middle school?" Rambo asked. Lee nodded and smiled at him while he opened the door for us.

"Rambo?" I asked as we were walking down a small dark corridor decorated with glow sticks on the wall which said 'The shed'.

"His name is Ram used to call himself Rambo. Got stuck with that name since then poor guy." Lee answered chuckling.

I followed him out of the corridor into a much larger place and almost died. If I thought the outside was cool they were just starters to a delicious dinner. The corridor opened into a huge rectangular hall. The walls were throwing a combination of blue and yellow lights which gave them an edgy look. While the hanging lamps and chandeliers were pure white. The walls I observed also were bearing various Graffiti with neon paints which made them way cooler. The windows were huge and unlike the rest of the party places were completely ajar. Fresh air was gushing in through them creating less possibilities of suffocation. There were various stalls, a bar, a massive dance floor and a lounge area. How cool is that?

"So?" Lee looked at me "what do you think?" he nudged me.

"This is amazing man. It's been here all the time?" I asked him.