DANCING IN LOVE

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When we get out of the car, it is pouring. Typical for New York City, but not really nice when you're outside with just a short dress and heels. So one more reason to hurry. The other reason is the 50 year old Uber driver who gave us dirty looks. I was honestly super uncomfortable with my outfit the whole car ride. But I'm not going to let him ruin our night out, so I just push the thoughts about him away, to the very back of my head. 

I can already hear the bass, coming out of a really nice, ancient building. I guess that we're in Manhattan right now, even though I didn't really pay attention during our ride. 

"Here we are!" All I can see is a huge entrance, colorful lights shining out of it. In front there's a very long line. If I had to guess, I'd say that there are approximately 200 people out there, waiting to get inside. Hmm, very nice. I already feel like quitting. I don't want to stand outside and get wet for two hours or whatever time it is going to be when it's our turn. It's already ten and I wanted to get back to the dorms by one. I absolutely hate getting up late and the only way to prevent it is going to bed early, obviously. 

"That's going to take forever!", I whine. "Oh, we're surely not going to line up. Come on!"

I don't exactly know what Lexi means by that, but I'm just going to follow her. I mean, everything is going to be better than standing in that line. As soon as I want to whisper that we don't have our IDs with us and we aren't even 21, she drags me behind a large group of young women, probably in their mid-twenties. Before I can even think about what just happened, we pass the doorman, hidden behind the giggling group. They're obviously already drunk and I cringe by their behavior, but I'm very thankful, since without them we would probably wait outside until we're soaking wet just for the doorman to send us home. 

"WHAT?", I squeak. "How did you get that idea?" I'm still surprised by how confident Lexi was in her actions, so I'm pretty sure that this wasn't her first time doing this.

"Well, I've told you that my roommate last year, Kim, was a senior. She taught me all those tricks. I haven't been to this exact club yet, but you can make this work everywhere, actually."

Lexi is already in her second year of college, while I have just started, so in those things she really is far ahead of me. Even though we've known each other for just a few months, we really grew together and now we are what I would consider best friends. We take the same classes, train together, just do everything together. Well, except for partying. 

After a short discussion on what we should do first, we both agree on dancing. We really do enjoy our time on the dance floor. At first I felt really awkward, since I didn't really know how to move. I might be a dancer, but we usually only do ballet or classical dances. But after a while I got really comfortable here. I don't care what the other people think about my dance moves, I'll never meet them again, anyways. So while I'm really feeling the music and having a good time, Lexi wants to rest for a little while since her feet hurt. When she promises that we can go back in a few minutes I agree on going to the seating area with her. We choose a red oval sofa with a little table in the middle. 

Actually it is kind of fun to watch all the people here. Up until now, I haven't even realized how many different people are here. On the dance floor, I see a punk girl. She has green hair with a side cut. Her tights are completely destroyed, but I'm pretty sure that that's on purpose. She's wearing some plaid red skirt, a black tube top and black platform boots. Of course I would never wear anything like that. Besides the fact that my mom would absolutely freak out, I would look  ridiculous in that. But I feel like it suits her very well. I also see some older people who look more like history teachers than someone who goes into a club. But most people here are in their early or mid-twenties, dressed pretty well. At least I see a lot of crocodiles and little horses on white shirts when I look around. 

We also see a lot of weird people, so we have a really fun time talking about them. Right when I want to suggest that we could go to the bar, order some coke and get back on the dance floor, there are two young men coming our way.

When they are close enough, one asks "Can we sit down here?" in a rough voice. He is quite tall, has blonde hair and is wearing some khakis with a black dress shirt. 

We quickly tell them, that it's alright since we wanted to leave anyways, but the tall blonde answers "No, we would like to sit with you, if that's okay. We could invite you for a drink."

Even though that's a nice offer, he makes me quite uncomfortable. But Lexi just nods, allowing them to sit down.