My Golden Chain Gives Way (Part 1) – Mad Chaos: January 19, 1999

Chain Trouble in the Shower

One day now into my newfound manhood and almost one day into a dilemma. Today while I was having a shower after waking up I was surprised to find that my golden chain finally gave way after so much time. Washing myself off I noticed it dangling and then had fears that the letter ‘T’ had washed away. If that had happened so much would have been changed of my faith, my views and my day’s credibility without such a good luck charm.

Nevertheless, I did find the golden ‘T’ on the ground but there was still the concern of having it fixed. I didn’t want my three to four years of wearing this charm around my neck for faith to be discarded in such a way. Wearing a chain around my neck was not only protection but it was also a part of me, it grew on me.

For that reason I had seen the fateful breaking of my chain one day into my manhood as an act of faith. Breaking the links of my faith was to me a sign that I had to renew my faith and for that, I had to fix the chain immediately and place it around my neck before a day was spent.

Faith Needs a Repair Job

If my faith hadn’t been repaired who knows what bad luck it would have brought to me, what forlorn memories. My chain with luck I did fix today and proudly I wear it around my manly neck. As now I have faded from my teenage years and all the troubles and mishaps that ensued had disappeared and sustained in my teenage years, the breaking of the link had brought me to a higher manhood.

It’s as if the faith of my teenage years had been flushed from the wounded link and renewed faith was waiting with its repair. Now I am twenty, a man by nature’s clock and with this healed chain that flushed all fate in my teenage years was free of conscience, for my faith to control the latter years.

Inside Waves at Last

Now, I am behind by four days now and am up to the part where we have entered ‘Waves’ on Saturday night. The problems of identification were now behind us as the four of us being, Keith, Ralf, Ace and I were safely inside without a scratch. The music was pumping and the crowd was jumping along the banks of the stage and dance floor.

Everyone was in that mood and as Ace and I noticed a hot girl walking down the stairs we looked at each other with a smile and made our way immediately to the dance floor. Since we arrived after 1:00 a.m. we didn’t bother sitting around and having a drink contemplating when to enter the dancing scene but rather, we were straight into it.

Making our way to the middle of the dance floor the four of us stuck together but spaced out amongst the people. The crowd wasn’t as packed as I thought but considering half the people were outside resting it was well enough. The first thing I noticed while we were dancing was Watty on top of the stage and then looking down on the floor I noticed Ali, Devon and the rest of them all in their group.

Watty on the Stage

It was too loud to acknowledge them so I hoped he would look down and spot me in the crowd later in the night. It looked as if he was having a great time. Informing Ralf who was there he told me that he didn’t like Watty. Furthering my questioning I found out that Ralf said one day to Watty “Hey, big boobs” jokingly and Watty pushed him menacingly. “You don’t want to be doing that” Ralf said to him. “Why not” Watty remarked and that when Ralf told him he could get nasty. So Ralf didn’t want to dance anywhere near Watty, respectable enough.

The four of us were doing our usual thing with the crowd and the DJ’s music and while looking up towards Watty he finally noticed me and with a big smile on his face he acknowledged me. This is the guy who braved at least 20 Aboriginals with me when I was trying to get my bike back.

This is the guy that showed no fear and placed no fear within me because of his boldness. Making my way to the stage he grabbed my hand and hoisted me up where we greeted each other with a hand shake. Devon, Ali and the rest of them noticed me forthwith and when all the greeting was done I jumped back down and made it to the rest of the group.

The Girl With Dyed Hair

Sweating wasn’t as adamant as it usually is with my dancing but for Ralf and Keith a good deserved break after twenty minutes was what they needed. They are both as big as each other and therefor haven’t enough energy to keep themselves dancing. On the other hand, Ace and I are fitter and without an overweight problem so we tend to stick it out for the whole night. The only real highlight of the night would have been the pursuit of two girls that were dancing near us where I was told and could see that one of them liked me.

The two girls were above ordinary and the one that liked me was fairly attractive but to explain her would be difficult to my senses. To start off simple, she had blonde hair but you could see there was something amiss. It looked as if it had been dyed from dark black to blonde and it wasn’t fully blonde. Her hair wasn’t extremely long but it was waved and up to her shoulders that puffed out slightly.

Then there was her face that was clean, clear but her eyes were the main attraction of her facial features. Not that her eyes were splendidly attractive but it looked as if she had black eyeliner and a blackish color on her eye lids to accentuate that part of her face. Naturally she was skinny and had a great body and great boobs but nothing about her was exceptional. Her nationality was probably Greek, Italian or some sort of Lebanese culture but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Ace and I first noticed these two girls with a third friend who I thought was hot. She had all the characteristics of a blonde I like and she was also tall but even though I kept to myself in my dancing she looked at me as if I was trying to muscle in on their action. Every now and again I would glance her way and when I did she would glance my way but with an animosity within her wrinkles and lines.

She soon left and so did a guy that was presumably with her. Then again, the blonde girl that liked me did seem to hold out her hand to him asking him to join. It did look like he was unsettled when Ace and I started dancing near them and the two girls started reacting. He soon disappeared but Ace believed he was probably just some guy friend jealous of what we were doing because he wanted to be doing the same.

Too Shy to Make the Move

Ace ended up dancing with the one that had the black hair and black apparel. He danced up behind her and the two girls started dancing up on each other with smiles on their faces to draw attention. Ace was nudging me over with his glare towards me insisting that I do the same with the blonde hair girl so we could both be dancing up on them and the girls would be back to back. This would have been great and I could tell the girl was just saying in her mind “Come on, just make the move” but I wasn’t confident.

I had fears that she would just turn away or knock me back and I didn’t want to take that rejection. Besides that, before Ace made his move the girl with the blonde hair was turning around and dancing towards me but with her eyes looking into space above and to the side of her. She never looked me in the eyes but I guess she was just embarrassed or was acting hard or hard to get. When she did turn to dance with me I danced with her but not up on her.

Around this time was when Ralf and Keith made their way back and I had found that we had drifted from the middle of the dance floor all the way to the side where Watty and the rest of them were. What ticked me off inside was when Devon just out of nowhere with his strong confidence went up and danced right on the blonde hair girl. Ace didn’t look very impressed either but as she danced normally with him I figured that I could have been that forward but for my confidence, I had none.

She must have been thinking that I had a girlfriend never to approach her and she must have been getting frustrated with me continually keeping to myself, being standoffish. That’s about when Ace and I decided to forget about dancing with them as if they had been infected with AIDS upon dancing with another.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t too much a slap to my face as Ace informed me of what one of the girls said while they were passing by him. Ace said something like “Did you enjoy dancing up on them” and she said something like “Are you kidding, those ugly losers.” I think I have a lesson to learn from this but if I will and to what extent I’m not too sure about.

Fabio on the Stage

Ralf decided to jump off the dance floor when we started moving near Watty. There was a time when he was dancing right next to Watty and I guess that got to him and he decided to calm his nerves. For this reason, an hour or more after we hit the dance floor the remaining three of us decided to look for Ralf. This of course was when the two girls we were dancing with made their way off the dance floor and let me tell you, after they were gone femininity was barren on the dance floor.

Before making my way off the dance floor I noticed Dominic, better known as Fabio and the guy that I know from Gym and upon meeting him at the Catholic Club through Shawn and Ralf. He was up on the stage where Watty once was and he was pretty revealing with his clothing. He had white pants on with a belt and for a shirt he had a complete mesh and see through material.

His rounded but muscled figure was in full view to all and dancing up there I gathered he either loved himself or he loved to love himself. Later in the night I was told that he got into a fight as soon as he arrived where he threw a punch and then threw a chair at some guy who was standing next to him and giving him some lip.