Post by carson on Jan 14, 2012 5:33:20 GMT
w h e r e t h e y g o h a r d c o r e
there's a place i know
w h e r e t h e y g o h a r d c o r e
a n d t h e r e s g l i t t e r o n t h e f l o o r
if you're looking for a show
a n d t h e r e s g l i t t e r o n t h e f l o o r
there's a place i know
w h e r e t h e y g o h a r d c o r e
a n d t h e r e s g l i t t e r o n t h e f l o o r
if you're looking for a show
a n d t h e r e s g l i t t e r o n t h e f l o o r
The night was young and the music was loud. Carson could feel her heart beat pounding in rhythm with the bass that was bouncing off the walls of the dark club. The place was dark and dingy with neon colored lights flashing in every direction. There was a disco ball on the ceiling bouncing the colors off of every space in the club. The place was filled to the brim, most people packed against the bar while others grinded against each other recklessly. Some people hid in the barely dark corners groping each other as though they were about to have sex on the dance floor. It was a waste of a good dance floor really, at least that’s what she thought. Unlike everyone else all Carson wanted was to dance until her feet went numb, until the music stopped and the owner threw her out. Most people wouldn’t make it that long but she wasn’t exactly most people.
As much as she was ashamed to admit it - because she was a musician with actual merit - there was nothing she loved more then there terribly true lyrics of Kesha. There was nothing wrong with having one hell of a glittery party, decked out in ripped tights and hanging out with your best friend. In fact that sounded like the perfect life to Carson. Most people thought it was a bit over the top, but she didn’t really care what most people thought. There were really only a select few people whose opinion really mattered to her. As far as she could tell none of them were present. She wasn’t one to go out on her own, she didn’t like to be the solo type if she didn’t have to be. Normally she preferred to dance with her friends but some nights they just weren't up to going out and sadly tonight was one of those nights. Carson wasn't about to let it get her down though, she was fully capable of having a great time without people she knew around.
Most people needed to be swimming in booze before they would dance with out as much care as Carson but that wasn't the case. Sure she could drink as good as most of them but she was far from dependent. In fact since she was under age, sober was really her only option. Unless of course she encountered someone she knew. That was possible but not entirely probable. She didn't let it phase her though, she was a dancing machine no assistance necessary. She ran a hand through her fiery red hair, the heat of the club getting to her for the first time. Carson grinned happily, intoxicated with the overwhelming lust driving through the club. As much as she wanted to continue dancing until she died she knew she needed a breath of fresh air.
Carson stumbled out the door of the club laughing enthusiastically. She breathed the fresh air in deep loving the feeling of the cold as it rushed through her lungs. She walked to the side building resting against the cool brick. Standing in an alley way probably wasn’t her smartest move yet but that was life. Carson waited there for a few more moments. She took the chance to check her phone and make sure that something chaotic hadn’t happened when she was gone. It was never easy being the young ones on tour, there were a lot of expectations to live up to and a lot of ridicule – or rather initiations – to face. Sometimes things got a bit out of hand but they always dealt with it together. Fortunately tonight wasn’t one such night. Apparently they had all managed to carry on unscathed which was as good news as she could have asked for at 1am.
Content she walked out the alley and headed back towards the club. The second she stepped through the door she nearly walked right in to someone. Thoughtlessly she apologized, clearly hanging around Tyler had taken its effect on her. “Sorry,” she said stepping aside.678 . Open