“What’s The Name Of The Club? I Can’t Remember. But It’s Alright. Alright. Just Dance.”
The club was so loud that the ringing in my ears almost drowned out the music. I was surrounded by gorgeous, half naked men, breaking it down to Janet Jackson. If you think you’ve been to a nightclub before, you haven’t been to Tiger Heat Thursdays, in Hollywood. It was held at the the Avalon Theater, and was the size of a large concert hall, decked head to toe with VIP’S and beautiful people. Apparently it was the place to be on a Thursday night, and it definitely lived up to it’s reputation.
I wasn’t familiar with the layout of the the Avalon Theater, so I just felt my way out the side door, to enjoy a much deserved cigarette, after a very long set of dancing. I slinked out of a hidden door, and leaned against the cool, black, brick wall. I took a deep breath of the salty Californian air, closed my eyes, and soaked up my surroundings. After a moment or two, I dug into my pocket, attempting to find my cigarettes, and my very elusive lighter. Unsuccessful, I turned to my left, to ask the beautiful blonde woman standing next to me, for a light.
“Do you-“ I started
“Of course honey.” She finished before I could even get the sentence out of my mouth. She was clearly an experienced clubber, judging by her short blue dress, bare legs, and spiked neon blue heels.
She lit my cigarette for me, and said,” You know a lady never lights her own cigarette…”
My face dropped. “I ALWAYS say that!” I half-drunkenly exclaimed at her. We stood there and talked for a few minutes as we smoked our 100’s, and laughed at all the wasted, slutty, boys inside. She looked SO familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Before long her entourage was motioning for them to all go inside.
“I’m Matty B., by the way. I’m SO rude, that I forgot to introduce myself.” I reached out to shake her hand.
She laughed at me, and replied,” I’m Stefani.” I looked at her sideways, and raised my eyebrow at her. She ignored my hand completely, and leaned in to give be a big hug. She smelled like grapefruit and sugar, which I only remembered that because it’s my FAVORITE snack. As she pulled away, she whispered in my ear “ GaGa…” She winked at me, and waved as she walked inside (what I learned later was) the VIP door.
Thrilled and stunned at the same time, I flicked my cigarette out, and skipped back inside. Not moments later, the DJ cut the music and announced over the loud speaker,”Club Tiger Heat would like to welcome tonight’s honorary VIP: Lady GaGa!”. The crowd screamed and I quietly smiled to myself. While my friends were busy whoring and skanking, I was networking and meeting celebrities. I knew that it was an omen of what was to come.
Right then, I knew I had finally found where I belonged.
Matty Beautiful
