First impressions are not easily forgotten. When opening the door on a chaotic household of fireworks, snakes and dancing, one may call a family’s sanity into question. This is an average night for the Sycamore family – but they were unprepared for the sudden interruption.

After a wild night, a piercing alarm wakes UCLA fraternity members with the unpleasant realities of adulthood. As they scramble for the door with just minutes to spare, there is only one method of transportation they trust to get them to campus on time: FratBoards.

As the stage lights brighten, the bass begins to drop – softly at first, then louder, echoing off the UCLA’s Los Angeles Tennis Center walls.

On stage the armored comic book characters come to life, incorporating elements of gymnastics, acrobatics and martial arts.

On Hilgard, 50 girls hold their breath. The air is still, the tension thick. As the cameras zoom in on the final rose, the room stiffens, and each girl says a quick prayer for her favorite contestant.

Sleek maple floors and spotless white walls – the fictional exhibit is in pristine condition, awaiting the crowds who will soon marvel at the artwork on display. However, for some, serenity is mundane.

Twenty thousand hysterical fans cry out in a star-struck ecstasy.

Finding a five-dollar bill leads to endless possibilities: a grande Americano, a lifetime’s supply of blue books, a Double-Double with fries.

Discarded bird wings clutter the floor, a whimsical golden cage stands as a fortress in the distance and a pair of black headphones suspend from the ceiling.

Forget about money, sex and alcohol. This trip to Sin City abandons the raging nightlife and drops tourists into the center of Las Vegas’ social and economic devastation.