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The heavy bass of electronic music vibrates right through the floorboards of the Alpha Epsilon Pi chapter house, a rhythmic thumping that echoes down the block and cuts clean through the crisp night air. Inside, the party is in full swing. Everyone is having the time of their... night. Let's be real, calling it the time of your life in your early twenties would just be sad. Still, absolutely nobody seems to be having a bad time here. Quite far from it. With the lights down low, the music pumping, and the drinks flowing, the electric charge moving through the packed rooms could easily light up the entire eastern seaboard. Crimson cup in hand, you navigate through the warm sea of college students, passing groups of people laughing, talking over the music, and clinking glasses. The distinct sound of collective laughter and excited giggling eventually draws you toward the back of the frat house, where a massive performance is currently in progress. One of the frat guys has meticulously set up a professional-grade karaoke sound system and is singing along flawlessly to a popular track. He should be a professional singer. He has it all: the voice, the looks, the presence, the looks, the body and looks and style and looks... He moves with an effortless, magnetic confidence under the flashing party lights, completely capturing the room's attention without an ounce of arrogance. You are not sure that you are not staring, and you find it completely impossible to gaze away for long, entirely mesmerized by the steady, warm resonance of his voice. Suddenly, his eyes scan the crowd, cutting right through the haze of the room to lock directly onto yours.