Chapter 303: The vibe

She was slightly lost in her thoughts that she did not know when they got to the club.

" Ma'am we are here! " The driver informed her.

" Ohh, I am so sorry, I got carried away for a while " Zoey apologized as she stepped out of the car and handed some dollar notes in to the driver hands.

" Do have a great day! " The driver said to her and she waved at him as he drive off.

Then she turned around and stared at the board with boldly bored the name of the club, it read clearly "CHEVROLET SILVERADO CLUB" 

' it looks great ' Zoey complemented as she looked around the building.

She glowed in her red Italian designer A-line gown, she adjusted her hair as she walked towards the entrance of the club.

As she headed towards the entrance, she noticed a man sitting at an edge, all by himself at the side if a car. He was roughly in his mid to late twenties, wearing a button up shirt and tie, cleaned cut and cleaned shaved. 

He was sitting alone and first thought that crossed her mind was that he was just waiting for a girlfriend, or wife or a friend that was running a little late. She thought nothing more of it as she entered inside and hoped to see Bryan as soon as possible.

The club is electrified tonight, everyone feeding off of the smiles and fast dancing. She could not go like this all night long, feet moving to the crazy beat like they belong to the music. Slowly, she move in her dress like her waist was made to sway, the sequins catching the disco ball light that twirls above - launching a every shade of the rainbow into the darkness.

She slip in past the crowd, a bee line for the bar. A minute later, she began to see the people there a little bit clearly, they were moving with the music's beat, hands were in the air, body moving like an uncoiling rope, eyes on fire. The happiness she was seeing was like a shot of adrenaline to the heart and all at once everyone was moving, one with the music, one with every crazy person dancing in the club.

The music was all nineteen nineties but they were dancing like it's jive, twisting, turning, holding hands as they changed sides. They were all grins, they looked like idiots and they did not care. Inside they were just happy, happy and more alive than they could ever be in any other place. She felt the part of her that's really telling her to come out to play, to feel the vibe of the music and let her body go free. 

One moment, one joyous feeling of togetherness was suspended in time. In ten years she will still remember tonight, she loved the quiet life but she relish the crazy fun times. Music, good times, dance. Then she can focus at work, learn the facts, be the virtuous girl. 

Can she help it as her soul loves a kicking beat?