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Avey Cortes

Caryn Yap

After a hectic week at work, I was mad keen to let loose at a Nike party at Kee Club. National Basketball Association star Lebron James was scheduled to appear - not that we were fans, but we thought it would be a fun start to the night, so we put on our best clobber and headed over.

When we arrived, we were greeted by the press: they thought we were celebrities and wouldn't let us go until we'd posed in front of the Nike backdrop and signed it. Not being one to disappoint, I flashed my pearly whites and signed away.

After some champagne and mingling with the stars (who none of us recognised), we headed to Volar for some dancing. While on the dance floor, I noticed a magazine photographer so we hammed it up with a bit of dirty dancing. After about an hour of bumping and grinding we started to feel as if we were extras in a Britney Spears video, so went on to Drop.

As we walked past the paparazzi outside Kee, one of my friends waved, which prompted another camera barrage. We felt like real celebrities after all that, so it was a shame we had to wait in line at Drop. Didn't they know who we were?

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