One In A Million

Chapter 9

02/08/2014 - @Iroom Club - 00:15AM

The DJ was excellent, mixing so many songs, mostly RnB & House music, it was just amazing.  Sometimes you could hear some Swedish House Mafia song music mixed with beyoncé's or Queen Rih's voice, and the result was spectacular.  Only pros were able to do such great mix.  We were at a Cocaine Party, and from what I heard everything was always perfectly organized.  It was not just the music, but the night club in itself, every seats seemed to have been perfectly cleaned with a polish solution, beautiful decorations everywhere, huge silver disco lights and the laser lights, it was such a bling bling swaggy theme with still that glimpse of luxurious, and I was impressed for my first come here.  Marcel and his friends were really good at organizing such events, I had no idea that he had such tastes and could manage something like this.  They even arranged a room of the club as a sort of hair dressing studio, with a famous German hair dresser, and from what I’ve heard, he was the one that was always doing Marco’s hair.  I had to admit it, that this part was kinda awkard.  A mini hair studio in a night club.  Maybe that some girls would like to shave

Julia and I already had drank several boozes and some vodka shots, but we weren’t yet drunk.  Oh yes, with our bracelets, we had every drinks for free, so of course that we’ll use of this extra advantage, but won’t cross the line, because I didn’t want to end with a horrible hang over on the next morning.  We had a good place at the first floor of the club, where all the VIP’s were placed, but actually I didn’t feel like a VIP.  VIP were the real rich people, the high class society, having so much money, not caring or worrying about their situations, but it was not my case, so being in the same circle than them, was so strange, I didn’t feel at my place.  Some were looking at me with such weird eye glare.  Were they able to detect if I was wearing some Givenchy or YSL shoes, that I was just a normal girl, or maybe that I wasn’t at the right place.  Somehow it was a bit annoying me, but I promised to Julia to try to have fun and not to complain too much.  Hopefully we had Robin with us, he stayed with us mostly all of the time since we arrived, as he was the only person we knew, with Marcel as well of course.  We’ve learned from him, that each time a Cocaine Party was organized, players from the team were invited and would always come, but tonight, none of them were present, as they were on a training program in Switzerland.  Robin also didn’t forget to mention how things were getting out of control when Marco arrived lately, that all the girls and even older women were going crazy when he entered the club, thus making him feel weird.  All of them would gathered around him to have a picture, autograph or just to have a chance to get noticed by him.  And seeing how things would get worse, he would leave in the next thirty minutes, sometimes it was shorter.  I knew how Marco hated so much that crazy fangirling effervescence, everywhere he was going, he wasn’t feeling free anymore, that sometimes he was scared because of some of the girl’s behavior.  Poor him, I felt so bad when he revealed me those about him.   Julia and I looked at each other with big and surprised eyes every time that Robin was talking about Marco and things were going on here for each of his presence. 

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“Hey, rob, can I ask you something, but it has nothing to do with Reus.” Julia asked, turning her face to Robin who was pouring some vodka in his empty glass and ours as well, but I put my hand over mine, and with a sign I said gently no, because I felt I had already drunk enough.

“What, don’t tell me you stop drinking Brooke.” Robing asked me with a surprised face expression.

“No, but I had my dose, I don’t wanna have one of those hangover in the morning.” I said funnily and smile.

“As you want Miss, and yes, what do you want to Know Julia.”

“As you are Marcel’s bestie, Brooke and I are just so curious to know what is going on among him and Kaylee.” Julia asked with a silly smile as she sipped her vodka glass.  I was a little embarrassed at her question, of gosh yes, what might Robing had thing of us, that we were just curious about Marcel’s love life.  Plus, I didn’t dare to ask directly to Kaylee if she was still in touch with Marcel.  But despite my embarrassment, I was burning from curiosity to know if there were some crispy news.