As you enter the doors of DV8 a bouncer will ask for you I.D.

"Oh yes." I pulled out my licence with as I trembled.

"18" the bouncer says with an attitude.

Everyone has an attitude in the dance clubs. They call it the survival of the fittest. To have survived and to be noticed you must carry yourself as if you were somebody important and as if you were too busy to be bothered with people. This is all part of the game. Everybody wants to be the hunter but not the prey.

As I leave the front door, the bouncer started to fight with the person behind me. "Sorry man, this is a fake," says the bouncer who weighs at least 200 lbs. He was a muscular man in h

Erin grabs my arm and we were on the dance floor. She did something called raving. It is almost like the robot dance from the 80's. I caught on quick and was dancing like never before. The music had taken control now and I was not going to be stopped. Erin and her friends began to get tired and sat out on the last few dances but not me. I was lost forever into a world of my own.

She pointed her finger into the air and across the dance floor toward a booth. Lights and posters, advertising new techno sounds and new D.J., that surrounded the booth.

Looking around, I could not believe my eyes. There were so many beautiful men and

I went over to Erin to give her a goodbye hug.

Some common words found in the essay are:
ID Oh, Jason Eric, World Freedom, Erin Oh, DANCE Erin, CD Erin, DV8 Sweating, Isn't Yeah, dance floor, sounds coming, forgotten labels, ready dance, dance club,
Approximate Word count = 1035
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)