Host Club Theme Song Novels & Stories

“ We are definitely in the right place , look the plan is to draw as much attention as we can without looking desperate so on the dance floor , put those hips to work ” “ Yes ma'am” “ Let's go to the bar and get some drinks to set the mood ” “ Yaay !!some happy juice ” The club was electric tonight maybe because it was a Friday night . Alicia and Sally got to the bar and got 2 tequila shots each . Alicia felt light and tipsy ,Sally dragged her to the dance floor and the atmosphere in the club felt electric. On cue the dj played one of their favorite tunes Taki Taki by Cardi b ft Selena Gomez and Ozuna.

Jeff shouts, clapping me on the shoulder as the team gathers, energy high, voices overlapping in celebration. “We’re hitting the club tonight,” someone else adds. “Yeah,” another voice cuts in, grinning. “Gotta celebrate the season opener properly.” I don’t hesitate. “Yeah,” I say quickly. “Let’s fucking go.” Because that’s exactly what I need. I needed the noise and distraction, anything but silence. ********* The strip club is fucking loud with lights flashing, music pounding through the walls, bodies moving everywhere I look. It was absolute chaos which made it fucking perfect.

Ann held Silver by the hand, to avoid themselves from splitting apart. She pushed the door open and they both strode inside. The music that was being played by the DJ, stentorian the whole surrounding and almost attempted to split their ears. The tables and chairs being knocked down during a playful fight between crazy teen's at the edge of the club room was as a result of the strident roar of victory. Roar of excitement suffocated the room as a hip pop music sang by Nikki Minaj was been played. The women in the dance floor sway their hips and tweak their ass to the realm of the music while the men intertwine and grind themselves wildly against them.

Sera’s POV The moment I stepped into the clubhouse with the twins and the loud music from the blazing speakers died down, the people jumped to their feet, threw their fists into the air as if they had just won a long-lasting battle, and their chants echoed through the room. “Old lady! Old lady!”

‘Like it. The opening chorus pours in through the speakers and the crowd goes wild! However, this time I know it’s not because of my music, but the hype in knowing there are celebrities in the club. Whoever they are, they made a pretty good request. ‘Like it’ is one of those songs that you could totally jump to, with heavy pumping bass and building vocals. Then it happens. As if it was in slow motion, the sea of people part right down the middle, and two men walk in like they owned the place.

“Don’t be like that Nina! Let me have some fun on vacation too!” “Okay, so I go to this club that is usually pretty good, Sunday nights are a bit slower but it is a good place to let loose if you guys want to go have a drink.” Kelly said as she slid into the booth neck to Zach, who had moved down to the back. I have just shoved a bite of food in my mouth so Zach could answer before I could. “Of course! What is the club?” Inwardly groaning I just let them figure it out. This chicken fried steak is mouthwatering and I could use a drink to relax. We might just be 18 but we don’t get drunk like humans do and we all carry fake IDs if we are in a human cub.

I didn't recognize the song, but it had a beat that wouldn't quit! The club sat at the edge of our city, surrounded by a spectacular view. The exclusive nightspot tucked away in this private part of town is owned by someone Copeland knew that is famous. It dished out music that drew the tourist who wanted to socialize, enjoy the upbeat sounds and dance the night away. Whirling strobe lights provide me with fractured glimpses of Copeland, who I was guiding into the gyrating crowd.

We walked into the club like we owned it, the bass music being played hit my chest the second the door opened, I could sense how lively the place was, it made my blood run faster inside my veins. The blue and red neon lights sliced through my face as I scanned around, people were dancing while others drank to their fill. “Finals champions!” Luca shouted over the music, throwing his arm around my shoulders. I smirked at his words, he was damn right, we were champions. Leo was already ahead of us, he whispered something to someone who I assumed was the club manager, you would think that Leo was the one who owned the club, they proceeded to shake hands. He shot me a look over his shoulders, fol

“No goths and stuff, it’s all relaxed and down to earth” “Is it an ordinary club ?” “Well I mean it is a theme club, it’s a 50's club”. He says reluctantly. “The 50ties, like Grease and stuff ?” “Yeah exactly, with brylcreem, jitterbug and everything. We call it Rockabilly. So want to come ?” He sounds so hopeful. “I must admit I have a hard time imagining you in a place like that”. I laugh. He makes a mock offended voice. “What ? I am a born greaser”.

Shay vouches for me this time, and no questions are asked as all six of us are permitted entry. The air inside of Club Zodiac is electric, practically vibrating with energy. Or maybe that’s just the floor vibrating from the heavy bass beat of the Nicki Minaj song blasting through the speakers. Either way, there’s a definite shift in the atmosphere, and I instantly feel more alert, more alive, just… more.