My fresh new cowboy boots break the threshold between the outside world and what looked like a 16 year old's foot loose wet dream. Country music is booming and clouding my senses and my eyes slowly graze the room, looking for the familiar face who invited me to this foreign place. My eyes make their way towards the center stage and a group of several guys and girls... dancing? I guess its what you call square dancing, but I'm not entirely sure. I grimace and finally move myself from from the door way and make my way farther into to the building.
The song playing doesn't sound too familiar to me, but the most frequent word is honky tonk. Seems Texas enough for me. I try to find the source of the music, but I see no DJ in sight. The lack of such confuses me, because I don't see any speakers either. With nothing better to do, I attempt to find the source of the ear bleeding music, and with only a few more minutes of searching I see a retro-looking record machine near the back by the stage. Along with that record machine, I see a tall and muscular man leaning against it. His height exceeds the machine so his head dips to the side a bit. His arms are crossed in a lazy manner, and my eyes make their way up his toned torso to his piercing brown eyes.
He was staring directly at me with an unamused look on his scruffy face. His dirty blonde hair falls into face and he effortlessly moves it from out of his eyes. I should break my gaze, but he's so captivating, although his death glare tells me I should stop soon. But, his silent warning didn't do much but intrigue me further. He finally lifts himself from away the record machine and slowly makes his way toward my direction. My breathe hitches in my throat, and I lightly bite my lip. As he gets closer and closer to me I feel a hand touch my shoulder and I jolt myself around, startled from the un-expected touch.
"Zola! There you are. Honestly I didn't think you'd make it, but I'm so glad you could" The familiar friendly voice of Cassandra greets me. She was an a acquaintance I made yesterday when I toured UT(College in Texas). She helped me around, although she was completely different from me, with her boot cut jeans, worn cow hide boots and red flannel. But, I never saw differences such as fashion deal breakers for friendship. Out of the kindness of her heart, and the fact I had no friends here, she invited me to a party more on the outskirts of town. I contemplated it all last night, but decided to step out of my comfort zone and try something new, so I used a couple bucks for new "attire,"( My skinny jeans and vans weren't gonna cut it for a party on the outskirts of town.) bit the bullet and went.
"I'm glad I could too." I stop myself briefly to take a look behind me to see if the the 'record machine man' was still making his trek towards me. His absence disappointed me, but I shook my head and turn my attention back to Cassandra. "So, what do people do at a party like this?" I gesture towards the area around.
Cassandra all but giggles, grabs my hand and leads me deeper into the building. "you'll see" she finally shouts back to me.
