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Beads of sweat rolled down my face as I fist pumped to the "womp womp womp" of the bass. In Karma, or any club for that matter, the only audible part of the club mixes were the thumping of the bass.
Tonight, I didn't even care. Karma had a special guest DJ from Europe or something. Everyone from around here (and even farther away) was here tonight. The club had almost no room to move around. The lyrics, "everyone in line for the bathroom, tryna get a line in the bathroom" by Miley Cyrus was very real tonight.
There were so many beautiful people here, but one in particular caught my eye. She was in a tight black dress, standing shyly to the side with a drink in hand. I guess she noticed I had been looking at her all night, because she started toward me.
"Hi, I'm Trish! " She giggled loudly in my ear.
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