Rapture
20:15 is always the time the doorbell rings at Monica's. Laura arrives the first one, as usual, just minutes before Amalia, while the Barbie doll (aka Diana) will always arrive late - with only seconds before the actual time of leaving towards the club.
Just like a Swiss clock, or in a Cinderella story, its 20:15 and Laura is at the door; eager, desperate even for another night out! She lives right across the street from Monica and they have been friends for over a year now, studying at the same school helps, not to mention in the same class. Monica always has the house full of laughter and good vibes, the ones Laura would love to have into her own home. Perhaps this is another reason why she is always the early one to show up. This is the ritual, one hour before the departure time (as if this would be an airport allowing international flights to take off and land), all four girls get their 'groove' on; make-up, hair, clothes, everything is happening in a perfect set. The ten year + old mirror that lays in the middle of Monica's bedroom must have seen many faces in its time, but never so many in the same time. It is definitely not big enough to capture all girls in one pose, but this doesn't seem to matter for the young ladies. The drawer full of eye shadows, creams, tubes of mascara and lip gloss always opens when the girls are there; not to mention the closet! This is a group preparation, just like the one runway models need before they go on stage to perform for a bright designer.
- Mon, if I take the black top with the jeans..?! Laura tries to question as if those are actually her clothes, would you take something else?
- Not quite. I would take your mini top... Monica smiles as if this was an online biding site and in order for one to have what she wants than the other has to agree with the harsh conditions.
- Its yours; one happy-faced-smiley Laura nods her head. "I will be smashing in this outfit. Or at least I will have something new to show off on the dance floor tonight" she says to herself, like a note nobody needs to hear or know for that matter.
- My God, you girls are deaf! I rang the bell twice, Amalia sighs while getting into the bedroom, one leg out of the boot while holding the jacket, keeping the balance and trying to get the other boot off without falling flat on her face. Damn, are you going to just stand there like beautiful tulips while I struggle?
Laughter all over the place! Amalia always finds a way to put things gently through an ungentle, even rude, manner; but yet again no one seems to pay attention. Thats the way she's always been...
- Poor guy the one that will be OK with all your nagging darling, Laura jumps to the rescue.
She is not so much interested into helping, as she is into undressing the girl and finding out what lies under the coat..."What is she wearing tonight?"
Before Laura can unveil the clothes on Amalia, Monica's mom gets into the door step.
- Oh my pretty girls, are you bringing garlic with you tonight? she smiles, and shows a magnificent face and teeth. She is the best picture of a mom in her early 40s, that always looks after her girls, even-though only one of them is hers.
Amazed faces on the other side of the room. Mon almost stung the black charcoal pencil into her eye with astonishment, while Laura and Amalia just stopped as in a black and white movie scene where the movement stops in order for the text to pump onto the black screen.
- Garlic is the one that keeps the vampires away! It's Saint Andrew tonight and its the one night in a year where bad spirits can run all over the Earth, just like an American version of Halloween. Monica's mom continues. She seems very into the topic while the girls are just stunt.
- No one will carry garlic nowhere mom. That's hilarious. I have the smallest purse anyways, where should I fit the garlic?!
The mom looks around hoping to find a face that would actually agree...but she leaves the room empty handed. The girls believe in many other things, but vampires are not one of them.
The clothes are on, the make-up is done, Laura's hair is also finished - she insisted in having some of those huge curls 'crawling' around here face like in one of the 80s movies, hoping that they won't fell flat by the time they get to the club. She has a long straight hair after all and not even all the beer in the world will keep it curled for one entire night of smoke, humidity and dance. (oh, and the beer - in case you are wondering - is used in this case instead of hair spray. Its half the price and stickier, not to mention you can actually drink the rest of the can - such an important 'pro' when you consider a bunch of 17 year old's getting ready to hit the club). The coats and shoes are the last ones to receive their rightful places, as the doorbell rings again and the blonde Diana arrives.
- I am ready! She flaunts her perfect curls, unimaginable make-up, just like a doll taken out of the plastic box.
Kisses on both chicks, as per tradition, happen instantly between the four. Coats, purses, IDs, shoes...check, check, check and check! All is set.
- Lets run for the bus otherwise we have to walk downtown in this snow and no one wants to do that, not in this weather anyways. Logistical Laura fulfills her role; even if she is the youngest of the group, she sometimes feels she has to push the others to move into a direction.
21:30 the club is ON!
All inside, the party begins just like every Friday night. First the minimal-tech-kind-of-house music, then some pop, to close with r'n'b and hip hop and some Latino if the crowd gets really lucky and the DJ is in one of his good nights.
The dance, the stage smoke, the happy faces, the crowd.. and all the time spent preparing and getting ready for this moment seem worth it. The purpose of all the preparations is the same purpose the guys have in mind when they spend 2 hours in front of the mirror to make their perfect hair gel stick to the perfect haircut. This is the early 2000s, where everyone cares about their looks perhaps more than anything else.
After two rounds around the club Laura already realized she knows half of the people around. This club is home. Is the place where she got used to dancing in public in her 15s and where she will get the chance to meet the one person with a lot of influence on her early love life; but this story is just going to be surrounded with rapture...
Just like a Swiss clock, or in a Cinderella story, its 20:15 and Laura is at the door; eager, desperate even for another night out! She lives right across the street from Monica and they have been friends for over a year now, studying at the same school helps, not to mention in the same class. Monica always has the house full of laughter and good vibes, the ones Laura would love to have into her own home. Perhaps this is another reason why she is always the early one to show up. This is the ritual, one hour before the departure time (as if this would be an airport allowing international flights to take off and land), all four girls get their 'groove' on; make-up, hair, clothes, everything is happening in a perfect set. The ten year + old mirror that lays in the middle of Monica's bedroom must have seen many faces in its time, but never so many in the same time. It is definitely not big enough to capture all girls in one pose, but this doesn't seem to matter for the young ladies. The drawer full of eye shadows, creams, tubes of mascara and lip gloss always opens when the girls are there; not to mention the closet! This is a group preparation, just like the one runway models need before they go on stage to perform for a bright designer.
- Mon, if I take the black top with the jeans..?! Laura tries to question as if those are actually her clothes, would you take something else?
- Not quite. I would take your mini top... Monica smiles as if this was an online biding site and in order for one to have what she wants than the other has to agree with the harsh conditions.
- Its yours; one happy-faced-smiley Laura nods her head. "I will be smashing in this outfit. Or at least I will have something new to show off on the dance floor tonight" she says to herself, like a note nobody needs to hear or know for that matter.
- My God, you girls are deaf! I rang the bell twice, Amalia sighs while getting into the bedroom, one leg out of the boot while holding the jacket, keeping the balance and trying to get the other boot off without falling flat on her face. Damn, are you going to just stand there like beautiful tulips while I struggle?
Laughter all over the place! Amalia always finds a way to put things gently through an ungentle, even rude, manner; but yet again no one seems to pay attention. Thats the way she's always been...
- Poor guy the one that will be OK with all your nagging darling, Laura jumps to the rescue.
She is not so much interested into helping, as she is into undressing the girl and finding out what lies under the coat..."What is she wearing tonight?"
Before Laura can unveil the clothes on Amalia, Monica's mom gets into the door step.
- Oh my pretty girls, are you bringing garlic with you tonight? she smiles, and shows a magnificent face and teeth. She is the best picture of a mom in her early 40s, that always looks after her girls, even-though only one of them is hers.
Amazed faces on the other side of the room. Mon almost stung the black charcoal pencil into her eye with astonishment, while Laura and Amalia just stopped as in a black and white movie scene where the movement stops in order for the text to pump onto the black screen.
- Garlic is the one that keeps the vampires away! It's Saint Andrew tonight and its the one night in a year where bad spirits can run all over the Earth, just like an American version of Halloween. Monica's mom continues. She seems very into the topic while the girls are just stunt.
- No one will carry garlic nowhere mom. That's hilarious. I have the smallest purse anyways, where should I fit the garlic?!
The mom looks around hoping to find a face that would actually agree...but she leaves the room empty handed. The girls believe in many other things, but vampires are not one of them.
The clothes are on, the make-up is done, Laura's hair is also finished - she insisted in having some of those huge curls 'crawling' around here face like in one of the 80s movies, hoping that they won't fell flat by the time they get to the club. She has a long straight hair after all and not even all the beer in the world will keep it curled for one entire night of smoke, humidity and dance. (oh, and the beer - in case you are wondering - is used in this case instead of hair spray. Its half the price and stickier, not to mention you can actually drink the rest of the can - such an important 'pro' when you consider a bunch of 17 year old's getting ready to hit the club). The coats and shoes are the last ones to receive their rightful places, as the doorbell rings again and the blonde Diana arrives.
- I am ready! She flaunts her perfect curls, unimaginable make-up, just like a doll taken out of the plastic box.
Kisses on both chicks, as per tradition, happen instantly between the four. Coats, purses, IDs, shoes...check, check, check and check! All is set.
- Lets run for the bus otherwise we have to walk downtown in this snow and no one wants to do that, not in this weather anyways. Logistical Laura fulfills her role; even if she is the youngest of the group, she sometimes feels she has to push the others to move into a direction.
21:30 the club is ON!
All inside, the party begins just like every Friday night. First the minimal-tech-kind-of-house music, then some pop, to close with r'n'b and hip hop and some Latino if the crowd gets really lucky and the DJ is in one of his good nights.
The dance, the stage smoke, the happy faces, the crowd.. and all the time spent preparing and getting ready for this moment seem worth it. The purpose of all the preparations is the same purpose the guys have in mind when they spend 2 hours in front of the mirror to make their perfect hair gel stick to the perfect haircut. This is the early 2000s, where everyone cares about their looks perhaps more than anything else.
After two rounds around the club Laura already realized she knows half of the people around. This club is home. Is the place where she got used to dancing in public in her 15s and where she will get the chance to meet the one person with a lot of influence on her early love life; but this story is just going to be surrounded with rapture...
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