The crowd gathered around them too tightly. Their dance area became smaller and smaller until they were swallowed up by the mob. Party people kept pouring into the already packed club. Jesse felt his temperature rising. Sweat from his forehead was getting in his eyes. His hands were so wet he had trouble keeping his fingers on the strings of his bass. He was having trouble breathing. There were no windows to open. The large dance floor became a human gridlock. Dancers had no room to make their moves. There was no place for anyone to go. Jesse could see people struggling to even turn around.
The Safari Club had only two exits, the front door and a smaller, single door out the back that didn’t even have an exit sign over it. Despite the growing safety hazard, the crowd continued to cheer as
