At the same time I was reluctantly sitting in that large, red leather booth, someone else was in that very same night club feeling just as bored as I had become. A young girl. Twenty two years of age. Fresh. Bright. On the outside, she seemed absolutely perfect.

Unfortunately, like many other girls, her perfection was only skin deep. Inside, she was broken and just about as lonely as I was.

Besides the flaws within her though, she was amazingly beautiful. And it was because of her beauty that she became a singer in the very place I inhabited for the night – The Pulse. Her career flared as she danced and sang her way into the drunken hearts of her audience. Even those who were so wasted they couldn't tell a cat from a bucket felt her wonderful voice ring out into them.

But the people watching her performance were never her main concern, no matter how talented she became in the business. She continued her career at the club simply because she needed the money. Her mind was far from the stage. It was off…floating along in one of her wildest dreams.

Every night, before the show, the girl would gaze at herself in the mirror of her dressing room, and burst into tears.

And then the show always went on. Within a matter of five minutes after her breakdown, she was flawlessly glittered and glammed up, complete with an overly excited smile, ready to glow the stage as though the world was full of nothing but happiness.

It was at about this time the DJ's music stopped for a while and the announcement was made that the live performance was about to begin. A good portion of the people on the dance floor dispersed into the booths and chairs, ready to be entertained.

I looked around, but couldn't see Tucker or Andrew anywhere. Just like them to leave me in a booth alone on my birthday after finding a few girls to flirt with. I shook my head and smiled to myself, deciding to forget my two lame friends just like they forgot about me and enjoy the show.

Looking back at the stage, I didn't see any poles or people holding dollar bills out at the ready, which eased my worry a little (Not that I'd really object, but when my parents asked me what I did for my birthday…things could get pretty awkward). Soon, all the lights faded away except for the large disco ball which decorated the entire room with thousands of tiny patches of light that danced all over the club. An older man with obviously dyed brown hair and a blank white tuxedo grinned as a good size of the crowd began to shout and applaud his arrival on stage. He lifted up both his arms, hushing the crowd, and then began to speak.

"Good evening to you all. I'm sure your night as been a pleasurable one here at The Pulse: the finest night club in all of Metropolis. I see a few familiar faces, which makes me very happy. You must've found something here that you like?"

A few whistles from a crowd and one man (who shouted too much like Andrew) who said, "The womennn! WaHOOooo!"

The man in the suit laughed quietly and then nodded, "Yes, yes. And speaking of women, in a few seconds, you will be entertained by the prettiest, sweetest, most sexy young lady The Pulse has ever had the pleasure of housing. She is hot, talented and ready to fluster your faces and steal your hearts. Ladies and gentleman, please give a warm welcome toooo – ELECTRAAA!"

Two spotlights shot into action as soon as the man hopped off the stage. They sent a beam of white hot light onto a girl, posing in the center of the stage.

My mouth dropped open and I unknowingly let the glass in my hand roll off the table and onto the floor with a smash.

Wow. Holy freakin' freakidity WOW. All the worry and boredom in my mind left immediately as I gazed at the beauty in front of me.

She remained looking down at the floor, a small grin teasing her lips. Her dress was a jet black color made of a flowing fabric. The straps crisscrossed in the front, clasped with a diamond-shaped, sparkling pin. A small, vertical slit in the dress was visible in the very just under the clasp, tawningly revealing an extra piece of her smooth, tanned skin. The bottom of the dress fell a little below her knees in two layers with jaggedly cut ends that fluttered around her thin, perfect legs. Black stiletto heels with sparkles dotting the straps captured her feet. Her rich brown hair was pulled back and twisted into a look that allowed all of her gorgeous face to be seen. A microphone was gripped in one of her perfectly manicured hands.

I took a deep breath. The entire crowd had gone completely silent, awed by her beauty.

And then she looked up.

To this day, I swear my heart stopped.

Her face was the closest to an angel's I'd ever seen. Her lips glossy and her cheeks blushed and flawless. Her soft, doe-like eyes pierced the room, surrounded by dark, glittering eye shadow and mascara. And as I thought about it, the makeup didn't make her attractive, it only attempted to accent the immense amount beauty she already possessed. I never have and never will see another girl who looked quite as painstakingly gorgeous and ravishingly beautiful as her.

Music started from the band hidden in the shadows behind her and before my already astonished eyes, she raised the microphone to her mouth and let out the most melodious, sweet voice I could ever wish to hear.

"How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

Leading you down into my core

Where I've become so numb

Without a soul

My spirit sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there and lead it

Back home

"Wake me up inside

Wake me up inside

Call my name and save me from the dark

Bid my blood to run

Before I come undone

Save me from the nothing I've become."

I knew the song, and usually it seemed to depress me a little (maybe because of the fact that I could never save the girl), but when I heard and saw Electra…her voice, her twirling, her very hip-involved dancing on stage drew me into her. The words didn't depress me. In fact, they seemed to be laced with hope. The girl seemed to become a source of hope for me. It was the closest to an out of body experience I'd ever felt. Someone could've dropped a whole bowl full of kryptonite in my lap and I wouldn't have minded a bit. The girl was absolutely astonishing.

Then suddenly, without warning, her eyes stopped and connected straight forwardly into mine.

The hairs on the back of my neck leapt to life. I couldn't look away, even if I'd wanted to. Her eyes pierced me, holding me at her mercy. After a few seconds, she smirked slightly and did another twirl, falling back into her entrancing milieu of music, leaving me dazed and confused, but still enthralled by her very existence.

People began to rise, hypnotically to the dance floor once again, jumping and shaking around to the music, as though her voice had secretly sent them all the message to join in.

But I still couldn't move. Her eyes…everything about her, really…I felt paralyzed.

The song soon died away and she slipped gracefully out of its melody. She sent a bright smile to all her audience, but never meeting my eyes as exact as she had before.

"Thank you. You've been a great crowd. I hope you enjoyed it!"

"Wahooooo!"

"YEE-aahhhhh!"

"Ah! Whereyou goin'! COME BACK 'ERE LIL LADY!"

People shouted all kinds of praise and…other things…as she pranced off stage and through a door going into the back of the club, waving to us all as she did so.

I ordered a glass of water, poured it into my mouth, swallowed….but something still didn't feel right. I didn't feel like myself. Something changed…

I didn't know it then, but I know now that it was in that moment that I felt what's it's like to be in love for the very first time.