Martin couldn’t help noticing how big the two bouncers were who stood at the door and how they looked like identical twins. The counter staff and the other club goers all looked big too. To his surprise they weren’t all black. At the youth club dances and the raves that he had been to in the past, most of the people were around his age. At these places he was quite well known. But here he was just like anyone else. He felt a sense of adventure, like going into an unknown world. Mark and Matthew handed their three pounds each to their leader Martin and he paid the entrance fees. This gave him a feeling of importance. The woman taking the money just waved Natalie on and they were in. The dance floor was packed with bodies moving to the music. There was no order. This was freestyle with people dancing any way they wanted to. A cloud of tobacco smoke hung just below the ceiling. Martin thought that the way the lights impacted on the smoke made the place look heavenly. The four newcomers stared into the dance floor.
