A speakeasy.

I had never been to one before. As I walked up to the house -- no, it was far too big to be a house -- the manor, I could do nothing to suppress the odd fluttering sensation in my stomach. 'So this is what butterflies feel like,' I thought. Then the doorman did the thing he was there to do, and opened the door for me. The sight literally stole my breath from me. I hoped that I would be able to recover it quickly, for it would be a shame to suffocate before I had even fully passed the threshold.

I'd heard people describe speakeasies before as elegant, exhilarating, and overall simply marvelous. They were all wrong. There were no words to describe it, though "elegant" is certainly very close. Everywhere you looked you could see men and women smiling, laughing, and talking. The men were clad in slick tuxedos that probably cost more than my house, and the women's flashy dresses probably cost more than their partners' attire.

Everywhere I looked I could see all the signs of wealth and power that I had known to expect, but hadn't had the understanding to truly respect. Until now. Now, with all of it glittering right before me, I couldn't deny that it made me realize just how lucky I was to have been invited.

Very lucky.

Looking around -- though I guess it was more like gaping in awe -- I realized that I recognized many of the guests' faces from the newspapers, though I couldn't recall all their names. There were famous actors and actresses, fashion designers, business entrepreneurs and tycoons, and so many others that it was just too much to fully process it all at once.

Oh, yes. I was exceedingly lucky.

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I wrote this one as an assignment for US History earlier this year, and while it's not entirely historically accurate, I figured "what the hell" and decided to post it anyway. I wanted to look at it from the perspective of someone who was very poor who had a friend who'd gotten lucky and wanted to share their luck. I don't know the circumstances, nor any of the other finer details. I don't know if this person is a man or a woman.

The blanks are yours to fill in, and I don't care how you do it. :)

Till next time!