As soon as we opened the door to the opera house, we were almost blown away by all of the loud, fast beats. And we weren't even on the same floor as the rooms that were set up.
"ID?" An extremely intimidating, musclebound, bald man asked. I fumbled through my bag. Shit... Oh, whew, there it is. I handed it to him and he gave me a small smile and nodded for me to go in, where Aiden was waiting for me.
"Are you excited?!" He squealed and jumped up and down. A sight to see if you know who Aiden is.
Aiden Dennison: Star football playe, star baseball player, star basketball player. Just by that, you can probably guess what he looks like. Yes, tall, dark and handsome.
And here he is, jumping around like a little school girl, dressed in tight, colourful clothes and his wrists and neck covered in glow-in-the-dark beads. "Oh my God, yes!" I joined him and we ran up the staris like little kids ar reccess.
So, I guess you're wondering who I am.
Spencer Carlin: Your all-american cheerleader and grade-A student. I guess I look like everyone else who fits that profile- blonde, Hollister-clad and clean-cut.
And here I am with neon streaks in my hair and, like Aiden, beads covering my wrists and neck.
We made it up the flights of stairs in what seemed like 0.5 seconds. The bass intensified with each step, I swear I could see the walls shaking from it. There we were, Aiden's hand on the doorknob. "You ready?!" He smiled like an over-enthusiastic cartoon character, which caused me to giggle.
"Yes! Open the door!" With that, I was in awe and immediately mesmarized by every pretty colour imaginable zig-zagging past me. There had to be hundreds of people there, grinding, mindlessly dancing, doing crazy Arab-like dances, flinging glow sticks around like their lives depended on it. A good percentage of their mouths were laced with ecstasy, no doubt. My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't tell if it was excitement, adrenaline or the bass vibrating my entire body.
This is what we lived for.