บท 211: Hope Died as Quickly as It Arrived

Saturday, September 8

The Crown Club in the main Crown Hotel was pretty packed. An international DJ entertained the rowdy crowd with his upbeat and sensational music. He had large headphones on his head and his hands magically danced on his turntable and mixer that he strategically set up on his table. The people below the stage had their hands in the air, their bodies radically swaying and jumping through the beats.

The loud sound from the high definition speakers drowned the clattering of bottles and glasses from the people who were partying and trying to get wasted on a Saturday night. Neon lights of blue, red, green flashed and struck the dance floor, making the night club the best weekend excursion.