Personal Narrative Essay: The Rose Club

The lights began to rise and the movie premiere was over. As everyone began to exit the theater Shannon Wilson stayed behind and started looking for her clutch that she misplaced.
“Shannon! Let's go! The after party begins in 15 minutes!” shouted Shannon's friend Blake Anderson.
Blake was the valedictorian of her class and had early admission to Stanford her dream college. Shannon on the other hand wasn’t doing as hot. With very absent parents she spent a lot of her time partying and spending money profusely on expensive clothes. “I’m coming! I’m coming! Calm down I was looking for my new Hilde Palladino purse, but I found it so we can head out.” They began to exit the theater with their arms linked when all the sudden Chris Howard, Star

“I’ll go to The Rose Club you got the Champagne Bar. And Chris make sure you don't get anything. We're here for Derek.” lectured Blake. As Blake headed towards The Rose Club she saw an enormous line ahead and knew that the place would be packed. Derek would be impossible to find. She decided to call in a favor and went right up to the front of the line and said “I’m Blake Anderson and I’m here for Derek Kavanagh. Last year you let an underaged girl into this place and bad things happened in result. Let me in or I go to the cops” Blake threatened. With that said she was immediately let in and began her search. Blackmail was one of many of Blake's talents. After a half hour of walking around the club the migraine from all the music and strobe lights kept getting worse and worse. By the time it was 11:30pm she was still no closer to finding Derek. The next thing she knew she was stumbling all over the place and her head kept spinning and spinning.

Shannon was getting tired of calling Blake over and over. By 12:06 she must of called her at least 19 times. No response. Shannon assumed that Blake's phone was off or the music was too loud. “Shannon?” called