Last night a DJ ruined "my life"

It's a feeling I hardly want to accept even now... but confidence in people very often lets you down.

Friday night, the week stops, the week-end starts, and every road leads to good times. The mind frame one should have…I had it, maybe even a bit more. What I didn't have in particular was money, dineros… the green, call them however you wish, they lack from a student's life like regular meals do.

No problem, I had just the antidote – a FREE party, free guest list entry only up to 11.30. I had it all prepared: names on the guest list, "thank you's" to the right people, showered, 20 pounds for drinks and a bit of a messy hair dough going on..sweeeet, ready 2 RocK!
Jumped in the car and reached the club by 11.10. The queue at the door was of about 15 people. Niiiice, I was in. Unfortunately, security had other plans, probably dictated from the promoter. They took 22 minutes to check us all in, which landed me in front of the cashier lady exactly 2 minutes after 11.30 (11.32).
The lady behind the counter smiled and cold bloodily said: "It's 10 pounds for each: D." I felt like struck by a lightning. Unsuccessfully, I tried reasoning with the cold hearted woman, after all, there were only 2 minutes passed after "The Term".

"No chance boy, The Law is the Law!" I was told.

Heartbroken, I looked around for some divine intervention :). Chance had it I suddenly saw one of the big name DJs of the night, for which, as it happens, I am currently doing some work experience at his label. Praise the Looord and heavens! I still had a chance of getting in. Putting on a big, confident smile, I hoped for a helping "hello" from the guy. Didn't happen! Nope...my good man had a long look at me and his face failed to look impressed. Embarrassed, I just felt...betrayed. Felt a bit like an 18 year old trying to get into his first club without the necessary ID. "Fuck this!" I said to myself while making my way back out the entry door, "it's not worth it.

On the way back to the car, my mind went into overdrive:
Was it such a big thing to expect? - To get a "hello" from somebody after putting in my own scarce free hours to help his label...?!?! Don't know, it seems like. Were 2 minutes just an "unacceptable breach of terms"...?!?!? Seems like. Are promoters in Hard Dance just not bothered about their public? Maybe. It wouldn't be the first time, that's for sure.

Or maybe it was the "big, confident smile" that scared everybody behind the cash counter. I mean, I know I've got some rabbit teeth, but they never scared anybody to such an extent. Whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant or fun to go through this on a Friday night.

Big people > little people?!? Well I don't think so, mr. big name Hard Dance promoter. U can kiss my scarce going out money and my precious free time goodbye. I will take my frantic self somewhere else, where people still smile back, and where big rabbit teeth are welcomed.
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