Texted about a 'celeb after party'

One particular message caught my attention. It came from an unknown number, but I assumed it might have been my manager or someone associated with him. For some reason, I did not question the thought as I read through it:

'Celeb after party, the Underground. 8 pm to 5 am. Lower floor. Don't bother changing.

Be happy. Stay positive. Do whatever anyone wants.'

There was no two ways about it. My day was not done and I had fans and colleagues to mingle with. How did I forget about the after party? Why didn't anyone mention that sooner? It was already a little past 8 pm and it was fortunate that I saw the message before I turned in. It would be a travesty for my image and career if I missed this. Without hesitation, I abandoned the idea of passing out, suddenly finding myself energized as I made my way to the Underground, a club that sat below the hotel I was staying in.

When I exited the elevator, I was greeted by the strobing lights and loud house music that was typical of any night life joint. In front of me was a crowd of people, filled with different smiling, laughing and jolly faces both stranger and familiar. As I made my way in, putting up a genuine grin to join the party atmosphere, I noticed that most, if not all, the men were seemingly random, and most of the women were celebrity ladies of various repute from the event earlier today, all still dressed in their evening gowns and formal wear. I did not question the strange and ultimately sleazy feel of the club around me. I simply joined in, heading straight for the bar to order a drink.