Still can't believe that my computer had died even though it was almost a week ago. Have done a lot of research on what I want to get and I've decided not to get anything with a Windows operating system, since it has failed me twice. So I guess it's going to be Macintosh from here on out. Finished up my calculus homework and everything was going good on accounting homework and then I hit a wall. The last problem is a bit hard, so I've decided to try and work it out on paper and see how it goes and then type it up. WOW, I just thought that was a run-on sentence but I guess it isn’t. Watched 300 this morning with Gerard Butler and I loved the gore of the film, even though I have seen more gore in other films. Plus watching a whole bunch on hunky guys in battle was fun. Plus seeing Rodrigo Santoro as Xerxes was great, very drag if you know what I mean. I also loved the costume design for 300 very nice.
I now know what courses I planning on taking next semester, really looking forward to signing up on a few of them.
Neon lights flicker. The moon is high. The air is filled with smoke. The gum on the sidewalk is scattered in black dots which use to be bright colors. The clicking of heels is heard as if a stampede is outside late in the night. Sequins glitter in the neon and faces glisten with glitter with long eyelashes that reach for the sky.
Mini skirts in various styles dance about in the clubs, dancing to the beat that is pulsing through the building. The lights are flashing in strobe patterns that make everyone seem as if they are in a stop motion picture. With every blink, everyone is in a different position, drinks splashing about and hair flipping every which direction.
The DJ is mixing up the songs and everyone seems to be having a good time. People come and go from the dance floor and lounge on the sofas that line the dance floor. The lights are quite dim in these areas, where couples sit together and steal kisses from one another. The bar is constantly busy with drink orders. Alcohol flows as if there is no tomorrow, filling glasses and emptying bottles.
It's 1 a.m. and the club is packed. Time seems to slow down around this time, everyone becoming aware of their surroundings. The club will close pretty soon, and everyone knows it. The last hour is used up quickly. Everyone stumbles out of the clubs, drunk, with broken heels and messed up hair.
The floor is now clear and the bartender is cleaning empty glasses, loading the dishwasher. The floor needs to be swept and mopped before tomorrow night, but that can be done in the morning. The lights are finally turned off and the club is locked up.
It's the crack of dawn and the sun is hitting the dark club. Light storms through the window and reveals the dance floor, the bar and the stage. Time leaps forward and it's finally midday, the manager and other employees of the club start to stream into the club. The clean up begins. The floor is swept and mopped, the dishwasher is unloaded and the liquors are re-stocked.
The sofa lounge is being cleaned and hidden behind a sofa in the back is a body of a young beautiful girl, with a sequins dress, heels that are six inches tall and hair of gold and bronze. Her face is a blank, her red lips are slightly open, along with her bright green eyes. She stares out into the distance. A few other of the employees run up to see what is the matter, only to see the girl. They call an ambulance, and while waiting try to find out if she is alive. Then all of a sudden she draws in a deep breath, her eyes flutter with her super long eyelashes, not knowing what is going on. She gets up as if nothing happened. Looks about for something, and picks up a pocket watch of gold from underneath a sofa.
All she says before she leaves is this:
"So time did slow down to a stop, and that is where I found this place of glitz and glamour."
She straightened her dress and walk out into the bright sunny day with a halo about her, never to be seen again.
THE END.
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