The Dark Side of the Moon

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Turns out, we didn't have to wait in line. Elle spoke to the bodyguard at the front and he let the three of us inside without even checking our IDs. As soon as I walk into the club, a wave of heat hits me. I'm glad that I decided to leave my cardigan in Eli's car or else I would be sweating. Now that I look around, even the people with barely any clothes on are sweaty as they grind against each other and sing out the lyrics to the songs blasting through the speakers.

True to it's name, the club has purple velvet couches along the sides with metallic purple tables. The lights are also purple, the spotlights reflecting off of disco balls spaced sporadically around the ceiling and creating dancing balls of light around the room. I bite my lip to suppress a smile. Lavender is my favorite color, and I've never been in a room with this much purple. Eli catches my smile and tugs on my arm. "Come on. Let's dance!"

I'm pulled through throngs of people until I'm in the center of the dance floor with the twins on either side of me. At first, I'm nervously swaying in the middle of them, but when Elle begins grinding on my backside, I jump forward, which just so happens to be right into Eli. "Oh- Um, I-I'm sorry, Elle pushed-" I stop talking when he places his hands on my waist and pulls me forward so that I'm pressed against his chest. My hands go to his chest to balance myself. Elle presses herself against my backside and begins swaying to the beat. Her little black dress doesn't leave much room for imagination, and I'm feeling more scandalous with her dancing so close to me- and dancing like that on me.

My face must be a blushing mess, and I'm grateful for the dim lighting in here. I look around and see that there are other people dancing in this exact manner all around me. I feel so self conscious, and uncomfortable, but the twins seem comfortable and happy as they dance sandwiching me in between them. "Relax, Thea," Eli says in my ear. He has to speak kind of loudly to be heard above the bass, but I'm able to hear what he says. Although, it doesn't calm me down. At all.

"Don't think, just listen to the music and react." He says as he sways with the music, bringing me along with him. I'm breathing a little heavier than normal, but I try to stop my thoughts from spinning and try to dance. I'm not used to this type of environment, so it makes sense that I would be a little uncomfortable at first. Then, like a gift sent from the heavens, the song 'Dance Monkey' by Tones & I blasts through the speakers and I screech in excitement. I love this song! My hips naturally sway from side to side as I sing the lyrics and Elle does the same. Even though I'm squished between them both, I don't feel claustrophobic anymore.

I forget that I'm in a sweaty club. I forget about the fight with my mother. I forger about how mad Grayson will be when I tell him about tonight. I let loose and let my body do the talking as I raise my arms up and sway, hop, and move like I never have. I have finally, after 18 years, figured out that there's more to life than just reading about it. Experiencing it is something entirely different.

Thirty minutes must pass before the three of us are covered in a sheen of sweat. I scream to Eli and Elle that I need water, and I part from them to get a drink.

I wander over to the bar and attempt to sit in the last empty barstool. I have to grip the edge of the counter and jump as high as I can to get my butt at the same level as the stool, and I actually missed on my first try because I'm so short. My second jump I made it in the seat.

The bartender saw my failed attempt and tried to reel in his laughter, but I could still see the tilt of his lips at the corners. I squint my eyes at him, giving him the best evil stare I can muster up. He holds his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. But that was cute." He winks at me and grabs a glass and a washcloth and begins cleaning it as he talks to me. "Where's your man at?" he asks.