First things first, locate the room, I tell myself.
Dante and I had been over the plan a million times:
Locate the target room. It has the number ‘5’ on it, and is near the back of the club.
Find a man (preferably drunk) to take me into the room.
Distract the man (hence the preference for drunk) and hide the camera
Get the hell out of there.
Simple, right?
After the bouncer’s let me in, I scan the room. It takes my eyes a few minutes to adjust to the combination of darkness and erratic flashing lights. I locate the stage, and figure that the rooms are probably back there.
I make my way discreetly through the club, being careful not to jostle any strangers or raise suspicion.
I manage to make my way backstage without raising any eyebrows.
So far, so good, I tell myself.
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