Host Club Theme Song Novels & Stories

He gestured to the loud music, strobe lights and dancing people. The dance floor was at the bottom of a set of stairs, with the bar on the top overlooking everything. The music was so loud it made the floor we stood on vibrate. I recognized the song that was playing: "Stay the Night" by Zedd featuring Hayley Williams, which was the only song I remember hearing her in. I remembered coming back from Keplin pre school, listening to Sebastian talk about Hayley Williams. I sighed. William approached the bar and waited for the bar tender. When she came up to him, her bland facial expression turned into one of shock. She stopped pouring the drink and stared at him, he smiled.

I ask the girls while sipping my mojito and Jo shrugs. “It’s the best club around, plus the DJ is lush.” She says swaying to the music and eyeing up said DJ who winks at her. “I’m going to go talk to him.” She says and saunters over to the DJ booth. Aimee and I laugh shaking our heads. Aimee and I scan the club while we sip our drinks. “This song goes out to Shayla and her girls.” The DJ announces over the microphone, I look over at Jo when our song starts thundering through the speakers and she blows me a kiss.

Being the assistant manager of one of the most famous clubs in the city had it perks and one of it was the fact that it gave Kim easy access to many other clubs. Inside the club it was like dancing on the Northern Lights; beneath the dry-ice smoke swirled an array of blues, acid greens, hot pinks and gold. The air was heavy with the pungent smell of alcohol and the faint smell of sweat. The music played over the dance floor as if it had fused with the bodies. Holly, Kim and one of Holly's friends Jordan waded through the crowd to get to the bar. "This place looks packed tonight" Holly commented as she perched on a barstool in between Holly and Jordan.

The flickering laser lights lit up the club, casting colourful hues of light as the smoke machines were going off. Creating a mysterious feeling that only amplified their excitement when the D.J played an English version of 'Truth hurts' by Lizzo. Everyone started jumping up and down like crazy. And she soon discovered that she was doing the same thing. The club suddenly had a choir group that sounded like utter shit! The number of mispronounced words, forgotten lines and missed notes were off the chain. It was like everybody had become tone-deaf all at once. But not a single soul cared and that's what urged them to carry on.

(Table) 'Cause you know I'm watching (watching) She say she love my molly (molly) So we can leave this party (party) And go back to my hotel (hotel) And don't stop for Habachi (Habachi) And don't stop in the lobby (lobby) I hope you massage me (massage me) I hope you can take it when I make you call me Papi The club about to close, come up out them clothes I'm about to give you what you asking forumah Order what you want, girl, it ain't no problem. I'ma tell the waitress that my baby need a bottle

His female mate. Melody followed her friends through the large doorway. There was a short hallway, that was dimly lit, before the club opened up in front of her. The entire space had low lighting with a strong red and black theme being obvious. Shirtless men manned the bar and walked around the dance floor with drink trays. Melody's eyes went wide as she looked around, she had been expecting cocktail waitresses in skimpy outfits, not an entirely male wait staff who all looked like they could hold their own against a wolf in hand to hand combat.

She looked different and hot. The music pulsed through Scarlet's veins as she downed the shot Sky handed her. The alcohol burned in her throat but sent a wave of warmth and confidence rushing through her body. She giggled and leaned into Jules, her balance wavering slightly. "Alright, let’s hit the dance floor!" Scarlet laughed, gripping Jules’s hand as they stumbled toward the center. The club was packed, the strobe lights flashing in neon colors. Just then the speakers blasted “Crying in the Club” By Camila Cabello.

She’ll tell me when she’s ready. When’s that going to be when she is engaged and pregnant with his kid. As we get past security and enter the club. The lights. The smoke. It’s a lot. All at once. But as my eyes and ears adjust so does my body and mind. A remix of ‘If I’m Being Honest’ by Anna Clendening courses out of the speakers at a noise canceling volume. We find a booth in the pack, to leave our bags. As we all hit the dance floor. To dance until we drop. Or until the heels start digging into my ankles. Which ever comes first.

“He’s my playlist, Helena. Everything else feels like noise.” They clinked glasses under the stars. Scene – Group Chat, 2:13 AM Tessy: Tonight = vibes Helena: We owned that club. Period. Stacy: Pretty sure we danced the DJ into early retirement Leo: Should I be jealous? 👀 Tessy: Only if you’re not planning a better night soon Greg: Challenge accepted 😏 Scene – Club Halo, Midnight The club was now pulsing with energy—music louder, crowd denser, and lights flickering like lightning in rhythm. Helena, Tessy, and Stacy moved like a unit on the dance floor, feeding off each other’s joy.

The only bad thing was it showed her beautiful thighs, and I knew there were going to be more than a few heads turning to eye my girl. ‘Logan, Sophie, over here.” Troy called out to us by the door while waving his hand. Everyone was already here, they were waiting for us to enter. The owner of this club was my old high school buddy Sam, every other day, he held an 80’s theme and the club was getting popular. We made our way and said hi to everyone, made our way inside, and found nice tables by the end of the club to sit down.