The second time I was at Academy LA club in Los Angeles, I saw my old friend who was my classmate in high school. The jerk never grew tall. He yelled my name from the entrance and ran towards me, hugged me, and lifted me amid my friends. I was glad to see him again. I introduced him to my friends; excused ourselves to have a nice long chat and it was memory-driven. I enjoyed every moment with him at the club. The music volume was moderate so we could hear each other clearly and it was loud enough for dancers.