Nelson signs me in, and I stand lost in the crowd as they disappear. I attempt to queue up to change my notes to change for the locker, but Nel reappears, grabs me by the hand and we head over to the lockers. They bring me over to the VIP area, and their friends wave us over. The boys who are sitting see us and immediately stand and gesture to the seats, and proceed to continue in their chai chuan.
Jasmine & I make conversation with the Girl In The Group, and she continuously offers us drinks. Bottles after bottles appear at our table, and when no one's looking I grab a glass and pour Coke into it before gulping it down. (#loser I know don't say already) I make use of pauses to scope the entire area. The cage thing looks like a huge mob of people squashed like pancakes, and I wonder how anyone can dance in that mess. I verbalize my question, and Jasmine grabs me by the hand and drags me in.
The minute we wander in I can feel the boys around us size us up. I feel like a piece of meat on display at cold storage, and proceed to stand still like a rock. Jas shouts updates of her life over the music before finally trying to loosen me up, and as I start to move a little I immediately feel a boy behind me. Rock Shalyn immediately reappears and as random boys come closer I grab Jasmine and drag her off the dance floor as she laughs at me.
Somehow we end back up on the dance floor, but this time Wister had caught us from the corner and followed us in. The boys around us size us up again, and because it's later it's somehow even squeezier on the dance floor. I instinctively grab onto Wister's arm, and like magic there is suddenly somehow SPACE AROUND ME.
The second batch of people came in, and Jasmine and I gleefully greet Lon & Ah neh. The club's full by now, and there were people dancing everywhere. I cannot help but notice how it seems like the population of AMK Kpool in a black room with flashing lights and loud music. As if to emphasize the point, the guys go into Protective Mode, and Nelson grabs my wrist as we all form a line and squeeze through the crowd to get back on the dance floor.
A stupid vile of a human being lets his hand slide through me as he passes by, and I stop and almost whack his hand and give him the finger. The guys notice, of course, but leave it at giving him the familiar look of death I used to see when we tio tai ji. Nelson holds onto my wrist even more firmly than before, and hurries me onto the platform.
He takes my head and literally drags me into his shoulder, does the same for Jasmine, and wait for the other guys. He grabs onto Wister and whispers "take care of them" before disappearing into the crowd. By then all the other guys are there, and I feel the safest that I've ever been.
There is no sense of time in that place. Jasmine laughs along with me as we dance together, and finally shrugs away the awkwardness she insists there is in having the guys be so close to us. All I remember is flashes of lights, the beat of the music, the assurance of the guys behind us, and a lot of squeezing.
Eventually it is time to go, and the guys hold onto our hands and drag us out. We hug our goodbyes and wish them a good night before heading over to the taxi stand. We laugh at the absurdity of the night, and hug goodbye.
I guess I understand how people enjoy it, it's easy to let loose and go mad in there, because everyone there is doing the same thing. Rebel reminds me too much of AMK, and it kind of just feels like the over-18 version of my sec three life.
I missed the guys like that, somehow.
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