He eyed us up and lifted the rope, to the dismay of the guys and a few gals in line. There was a short tunnel, the pulse of dubstep growing louder and louder. And then we were through a pair of doors and were assaulted by the music. The entire factory floor was packed with people. Blacklights flooded the club; everything glowed bright blue or green or red. People were dancing, wearing glowstick bracelets that gave them an ethereal beauty in the dark club. Leah pulled me out onto the dance floor. I let the music flow through me, moving my body to the rhythm, pressing up against Leah….