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My eyebrows rise as far as they can go. “Oh!” That’s all I can muster. The lives of billionaires are so full of interesting people. Even just a taste of it leaves me baffled.
The party is only a few blocks away, which makes the drive in Julie’s hot red convertible painfully short. I could get used to living a life of luxury like this, blasting pop music with wind blowing through my hair.
When we arrive, all I can do is look up at the huge building in front of me. It’s one of the most famous hotels in the entire city, lit up and thumping with music. Julie sees me staring at the tall building and chuckles. “Christian rents out the whole building every Halloween. He does it so we don’t bother any real people with our antics. Come on, let’s go inside.”
I don’t know what I was expecting before stepping into the lobby of the hotel. Maybe cheesy decorations and “spooky” music playing on repeat, a makeshift haunted room here or there. No, what I step into when I’m ushered through these big doors is a fantasy world full of twirling bright colors. Each person is wearing the classiest, showiest costume they could find. Sequins, feathers and confetti rest gently on each person. It’s in their hair and on their skin and coating the floor.
The loud music isn’t crappy Halloween music, either. It’s the kind of remixes and dance music that you expect to hear in a movie soundtrack, each tune upbeat and catchy. As Julie leads me through the crowd and into the main ballroom, I find my body moving to the beat naturally.
There, below the hanging chandelier, are thousands of men and women dancing the demons out of their body. I recognize a few of the celebrities, the movie stars and the singers that litter every magazine and TV screen. For a moment I’m starstruck, but I’m pulled along too fast for it to really sink in.
Julie grabs the nearest glass of champagne and hands it to me. “Drink up and have fun. Just because you’re here for a reason doesn’t mean you shouldn’t enjoy it.”
As she pounds her own glass, I watch her amazed at her grace even as she fills herself with alcohol. Everyone in this room with me is probably more drunk and more high than I’ve ever been. I tip my head back and drink my glass with resolve. I need to fit in.
Before I know it I’m on the dance floor with my new friend, grinding against her body and the bodies of anyone else nearby. There’s no harm in having some fun, right?
The song changes and I’m again pulled to another room. My head is starting to feel light, but it’s pleasant enough.
“Come on, let’s go find Christian,” Julie giggles. Then she gasps and pulls me into the corner, pressing my body against hers. Her soft breasts press against my own as she drapes her arms around me. Her eyes look wild as she watches someone pass by. Once whatever threat was once there is gone, she smiles and hugs me. “Sorry, just an ex boyfriend.”
Through the lobby again, we head upstairs. We share an elevator ride with two men making out, the sound of their lips smacking together irritating me in my drunken haze. Once we’re out of the elevator I grab another glass of champagne and drink it more slowly as I’m led around by my companion.
Julie whirls around, her dress fluttering dramatically behind her. “Yes?”
“Mister Birchmier would like to see you. Alone.”
She freezes, then looks to me for just a split second before she’s gone. I’m left alone.
Without my guide, I gravitate to the wall where I can watch everyone else in peace. My head is spinning, but with a glass of water I’m feeling more like myself. The bright lights and music are still both infectious, but I stay glued to the wall.