What seemed like 15 minutes passed and the abandoned building looked like the sickest party spot in town.

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Next Sean called the band. They came and unpacked their things, again in a matter of minutes. A truck pulled up and four men came out, again in black shirts and sunglasses, and unpacked what seemed like an endless table of foods, drinks, and desserts. Four pyramids of Beer cans lined up along the wall along with a table full of food. There were four couches unpacked forming a large square in the middle where the liquor had been only moments before. A man plugged an wire into the wall and laser lights flashed and waved around, which was eerie with no music. Sean head a loud noise....getting louder....he went outside to see a helicopter hovering just above second floor, men threw five gallon buckets to the men in the second floor through the broken windows. 

"Holy....sh....What is that?" Sean couldn't help but ask.
"Let's just say at midnight...you are going to see some serious Sh**" said the closest black suit.

The copter then flew off. The last thing Sean saw was a group out of a last truck bringing matresses, boxsprings, and bed frames onto the third floor....Sean gave the men a look of disapproval and one said "Hey, It's not a party without em." Sean swallowed his words, he knew there was nothing he could do...this, as much as he loves taking credit for, was way out of his hands.