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It’s freezing outside at 6 am on a Sunday winter morning.It can get that way in Melbourne. But to those loyal people that are waiting in line to get out of the cold for what everyone calls ‘church’, it’s worth it. I’m one of those loyal people who are there with their group every week without fail. Addicted. The line shuffles closer to the warmth coming from the entrance to the club. As the excitement nears, my eyes begin to lose focus and shake, when I feel the effects of love and happiness.As we finally get inside, the darkness takes over and the humming of the bass grows and takes hold of your heart, making your chest feel heavy, the compression of your chest beating faster and harder with the beat, as it gets clearer.Out of the darkness come the red and blue hues of light. The music becomes louder and the bass finally comes through and people are already dancing away, or having what looks like shouting matches over the loud music. People make their way to the seats or benches around the club, or or as my group does, the bar, to get our steadiness back. Four Agwa bombs instead of the standard Jager bombs that most people drink; this for us always makes the start of church go as intended.It’s mostly the same crew of people, but sometimes you do get a few new faces this early. The place is already packed and it’s only been ten minutes. That’s why you have to be loyal – it is harder to get in the fuller it gets. We all spread out. We have different modes of how we like to have fun. My boys love to try and pick up anything that lets them, whereas I just like the music. People get pretty loose here.I put my dark-tinted glasses over my eyes. izmit escort It might seem weird at first to see in a nightclub, but if you know, you know, and I close my eyes, standing in the middle of this dungeon that they call a nightclub. The effects of the pills are kicking in. I was told they were a special batch.My skin starts to heat up and beads of sweat roll down my face. The music is blaring, and the bass is pounding away with my heart. I am slowly beginning to sync with the beat. My body has no control as the music takes my mind to another reality.My skin begins to crawl as I finally open my eyes, making it seem like atoms are colliding together and shooting off like fireworks to the harmonies that I hear. They’re dancing and moving hypnotically, the walls breathing in unison with the drum and kick of the song. My mouth is parched and I look over to the bar to see what is the quickest way out of this situation.I weave slowly through the crowd and finally make my way to the bar and see another flash. I close my eyes and open them again, and I see her.I’m stunned for a moment. She’s radiating gold, and I can’t tell if it’s the drugs or her aura that I am seeing.A goddess.But my mouth is crying out to me. I see an opening on the other end of the bar and just go there. I order a shot of Jack and a glass of water. I think I need something to calm me down and also some courage to approach such a beautiful sight. I quickly shoot it and have a sip of water to get rid of the taste.Looking back over, she’s gone, but with my sigh of defeat, I hear a trumpet that sounds familiar. It perks me up in the same instant – my yahya kaptan escort song. The rolling simple bassline and trumpet kick in and I get a wave of emotion. Pure happiness suddenly rushes through me, and I race to the centre of the floor ready to go crazy. I close my eyes again so I can see all the shapes my mind makes, and the music is making me feel so good.All of a sudden, I am taken out of my trance by some shouting. Annoyed, I open my eyes, and I know I have to move. I know this place like the back of my hand, and so I go to my spot where I can just zone out with the music. I shuffle and boogie my way through the crowd towards the pillar. My zone. There’s a fan that helps with the overheating, and the speakers are so close. It makes most people avoid the area, and the evidence is clear as there are only a few select people that brave this spot.I shut my eyes harder and just keep doing what I’m doing, feeling the pulse of the music bring me back to the euphoria. I finally get into my groove, and I hear shouting again. How is this possible in this spot? I open my eyes and slowly look around but see nothing. Maybe the drugs are doing something weird. The words “special batch” ring in my ears.I feel someone yank the glasses off my face. With my eyes still closed, I scowl and get angry at whoever has done this. Then I slowly open my eyes.There she is.She is a head shorter than me. Hair flowing and wavy. Tight golden top. Small black mini skirt. Smooth skin all over. She is perfect.My mouth drops open in shock and then closes quickly in anger. I snatch back my glasses and start to gebze escort walk away. I shouldn’t be doing that, but my mind is so angry with my heightened emotions.I take a few steps and I feel her grab my shoulder and stop me in my tracks. We make eye contact and my emotions change suddenly again. My heart is racing.Lust.She grabs my hand and pulls me along and through the crowd, weaving and yanking me. Exchanging sweat and looks with people, we make it to the smokers’ area.The sunlight slips through the hazy, smoke-filled alleyway. The old cobblestone of Melbourne is still showing through after so many years. The sound is replaced by people chattering away, huddled close together, and the rhythmic sounds of the bass. As we step through the threshold of light, I’m still being yanked by this petite thing. Small tears form in my eyes and the brightness overwhelms me for a second, but slowly it all comes back.She drags me to the back corner, which is empty, and we finally exchange our first words.She says to me in her soft, sweet voice, looking down, looking sheepish, “I’m sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean to upset you.”I don’t know what to say. I’ve never seen her before – I don’t think I have, at least. Wracking my brain, my heart speeds up, thinking about all the times I’ve been here and all the people I’ve met, and nothing comes to me.She sees my eyes pop out of my head for a second, and she puts her fingers to my lips.”Ok, so let me set this straight. I can see you trying to figure out what’s going on.” She moves her hand back down, and my heart relaxes.I finally say my first words. “Who are you?””I’m Mika,” she says, so sweetly. “I’ve been watching you for a long time. Every weekend I see you. You arrive and go to the bar with your friends and have a quick drink, then they ditch you and try to find some easy pickings while you… you just dance, not bothering anyone, in your own world, in your own favourite spot.”

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