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  • The party was in a hidden mansion. I drove there with Amy, Alex, John, Chloe and Lola. We were listening to loud music on the way. I was a bit relieved when I finally switched the music off. We were talking excitedly. We entered a busy hall where all lights were dimmed. The cloakroom was on the right. A robot would take your coat off your hands and another one would dispense a ticket. On the left there were faux leathered green armchairs. In the middle the door that led to the first lounge with lots of comfy settees who looked like red faux leathered. The music was here chill out and ambient at this time and the volume was not too loud. On the right, we could find where the last dance and club beats were blasting. On the left, the door to the tunes from the past like pop, indie, house and anything else that was a hit in the past. We made our way to the lounge on the left. We danced for a while there. This is the part of the night I enjoy most. I dance to the music and feel it through my body and soul. Then we go for a chat at the chill out area, but we don't last long there. We go to the right lounge this time and get lost in the beats until early in the morning of New Year's Day. Then we sit for a while in the chill out area to wind down. I start feeling sleepy and I get an energy drink while the others gather everyone so we can go home. I drive back home. Drop everybody off and finally get in bed. Happy after a dance night and meeting new people. Happy New Year, everyone!
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