{"product_id":"2940156704569","title":"Phenomenon - The Xenon West Story","description":"It Started As A Simple Dream\u003cbr\u003eIt Became A\u003cbr\u003ePhenomenon - The Xenon West Story\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRick Stanton stepped out of the hallway and through the large archway. On the right was a pink neon sign embedded in a display case on the far wall. In a cursive script, it screamed Xenon West. He walked into the main club seeing the giant, polished wood dance floor filled end to end with throngs of twisting, gyrating bodies. Above him hung a huge metal frame jammed with flashing, spinning lights of every color. Shifting rainbow shapes rolled over the crowd like garishly painted waves on a Picasso ocean, pulsing in time with the sound pouring from the speakers. A swirling blanket of scented smoke drifted through the air, highlighting the shafts of color that echoed around the room. On the four corners of the dance floor sat four foot high speakers that rumbled the floor with each pounding base note. More speakers hung from the ceiling, totally surrounding him with music.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChris Antonelli leaned on the wall near the archway, his arms crossed over his white, ruffled shirt, the black bowtie perfectly straight beneath the stiff collar. His black eyes scanned the crowd constantly watching to make sure his security staff were hard at work. Rick had given him a big responsibility and he wasn't ever going to let him down.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn the edge of the dance floor, centered in the middle of the room, a jet-black octagon rose like a monolithic temple, topped with a two-foot tall ring of glass. Jason McCoy stood cocooned by the glass, headphone held over one ear, orchestrating the driving music like a modern day conductor. His flaming red hair bounced around his smiling face as he danced in place inside the DJ booth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe entire back wall of the club was covered in six-foot high mirrors reflecting back every movement in the club. Centered on that wall was a mammoth stage packed with dancers. At the front of the stage, perched on both corners, stood black steel cages just large enough for one person to dance in.\u003cbr\u003eRick couldn't help but feel his chest swell to near bursting, watching as all he and his 'kids' had worked so hard for explode into life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn the opposite side of the room rose dark red, carpeted bleachers rising four tiers high in places with alcoves in front of each of the eight doublewide, green tinted windows that lined the wall. Almost every row was filled with young people sipping on drinks, laughing and chatting while they watched the people below them. Black, round tables, surrounded by black leather chairs, covered most of the rest of the room, leaving only a wide swath between them and the bleachers for walking. Every chair was full and bodies jammed almost every inch of available floor space.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRick turned around to check the wall behind him. The majority of the wall was taken up by a giant, six-foot by eight-foot screen on which Madonna danced and sang her way through a music video, the sound turned off so as not to conflict with the DJ.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt took him a good ten minutes to work his way through the mob to the back of the room. A short wall blocked most of the very back where a pool table, six round tables and a few chairs sat. A red leather, booth-style bench seat covered the length of the back wall. That area, too, was full, people leaning back against the walls. A long, horseshoe shaped bar took up the rest of the room, separated from the dance floor by a rail of thick, gray pipe. Above the bar was a canopy of silver rails and burgundy canvas. Gold racks hung down low, filled with stemware glasses. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBrian Malloy ran constantly from one end to another making sure the three girls in black pants, white shirts and black bow ties had all they needed to keep up with crowd. They ran almost non-stop, filling orders from the throngs pressed against the heavily padded, dark leather edge of the countertop. He thought to himself, \"This is a blast!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRick moved through the happy, screaming faces and climbed to the top of the burgundy-carpeted bleachers, leaning back into a dark corner. He pulled pack of Marlboros from the inside jacket pocket of his gray, three-piece, pinstriped suit, slipped out a cigarette and watched as the tip glow red in the palm of his hand. Rick inhaled deeply then blew the fag of smoke from his upturned lips. Seeing the swaying, moving mass of young people below him, bathed in ever-shifting colors of light, he smiled widely and thought, \"I did it. I finally did it!\"","brand":"Gene Stiles","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47103698567408,"sku":"2940156704569","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940156704569_p0.jpg?v=1764085834","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940156704569","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}