Outside the Nightclub

Hello ScoFans!

Okay, finally I'm going to start unleashing the story I told you about awhile back that I was working on with some of my loyal followers, which was all part of the celebration of my 100th post (this is my 123rd post, so I guess this was a long time coming)

It's not quite finished yet, but the first three parts are, and with any luck in four weeks the last part will be too.

The first part was written by myself. I set the scene and let them do the hard work. I'll tell you who each of them are as I introduce each part they've written.


“We’ve been here over an hour”


“I know, I know. We’ll get in soon”


“You say that every week, and we never get in”


Kylie. Every week she wants to come here just as badly as I do, but every week it’s my fault when we stand out the front in the cold all night. I don’t know what she expects though. We’ve lined up at this same club hundreds of times before and never been inside. Why should tonight be any different?


We’re nobodies. They don’t let nobodies into a place like this. I’m sorry if that sounded like I was complaining. I’m not really. I enjoy being a nobody. I enjoy being able to stand here unnoticed, and observe the people around me.


Watching the celebrities march right in.


Watching the VIPs getting their names marked off the list before being waved through.


And finally the beautiful people (all with dreams of being or banging a celebrity) occasionally being hand picked by the bouncers.


But we’re none of those things, so we stand in line with the rest of the cattle. Foolishly dedicated to the cause of looking foolish. We must make quite a sight for people passing by, or even the bouncers. You know the bouncers look at 98% of us and think “Not a chance in hell, but thanks for sticking around. Queues like this keep us being one of the hottest spots in town”


Kylie spoke up again.


“Can’t you try slipping the bouncers a fifty?”

“Do you know how many hundreds of dollars we’ve lost trying that in the past? They just smile, say thank you and tell us they consider us.. which they never do”


“Come on Matthew. It’s freezing out here, we have to at least try”


“Hey, no way am I wasting any more of our money with these guys”


But in the end I gave in. I always give in. So the next time a bouncer walked in our direction I had a word to him, gave him the old “shake of the hand” and got told we would be considered.

And then, without thinking twice, he let the young beautiful people in front of us in.


Next weeks installment will be written by D* of I'm having a moment...