I bob my head as I start to mix my current favorite song combo together. I glance up quickly to see how the crowd is reacting. They are expressing their like for the change in music by continuing to dance and I see more people flooding the dance floor. Awesome. I go back to focusing on the music I'm creating while getting into myself. After an hour and half, I decide to take a break.
I climb from around my DJ booth and down the steps. The guys that guard the area are in place but I don't see my security guy Rodney. One girl must have managed to pay the security guys because she shouldn't be back here. As she gets close I noticed that she has her hair dyed purple. She doesn't look sleazy like most of the women I come across as she is wearing shorts with heels and some strappy flowing looking top.
"Hey Blu Electric," she grinned tilting her head. "Your music tonight is fire."
"Cool," I reply shaking my hair off my forehead. I decided to grow out my hair over the past year. It is currently past my shoulders but I think I will keep it at this length.
"You looking to party?" She runs her hands up my chest stopping at my shoulder. I'm known for sleeping with my groupies but I'm not in the mood. By the end of the night, that could be a different story.
"No thanks," I tell her continuing to walk towards my office. Where the hell is Rodney?
"Asshole," she yells. I give her my middle finger as I continue to walk to my destination. I get to my office, yes I have my own office and I see Rodney my secure guard.
"Rodney," I yell walking closer. "What are you doing back here? I had this groupie bitch in my face just a minute ago." I get close and Rodney is arguing with some people.
"We know him!" I hear a voice cry out. I know that voice.
"Clyde," I say in shock. Rodney steps aside and I see Clyde, Tweek, and Token.
"See!" said Clyde. "You can step aside and stop flexing." Rodney balls up his fist.
"Rod," I say warning. "They're cool." I look at my friends that I haven't seen in what feels like forever. Token has a nice low cut fade going on, dressed casually in dark jeans and a tee shirt with a design on it that doesn't fit him. Clyde looks the same but more of a frat boy feel to him. He can look intimidating to most with his 6'2 height making him the tallest of all of us. He surpassed my height in high school. I recall his randomly had a freak growth spurt. He is wearing a shirt too small for him as his muscles are popping out, nice to know he is still working out. The one who surprises me is Tweek. What the fuck.
Tweek is wearing a destroyed black tee with holes in that, and red plaid shorts sitting low his hips, is that a lip ring? His signature blond locks are dyed gray, like silver gray. Who the hell is this person?
"Nice to see you too," said Token.
"Come on," I instruct. "I'm on break, let's go into my office so we can talk." I open the door allowing them inside first. "Rodney, anyone comes up tell them to fuck off." My office is pretty nice making me feel like a star, in a way I kind of am. The room is a nice size being a 14 by 14, I have a leather sofa to the left of the room, mirror, and bathroom so I don't have to share with the staff. My desk is to the right of the room with my mini fridge being in the corner. Doesn't take a genius to know what's in there. "What the fuck are you guys doing here?"
"Haven't seen you in over a year," scoffed Token looking at me while Clyde is being nosy and looking around. Tweek goes and sits down on leather sofa, I can't keep my eyes off of him.
"Years to be exact," said Clyde.
"Denver is my life," I say going to sit at my desk. "I have also been traveling, getting bigger and bigger gigs."
"I don't really follow the DJ scene," explained Token. "Although I do like your stuff that I heard on Youtube."
"Jee thanks," I say rolling my eyes.
"I can't believe you have security," stated Clyde.
"I had to," I reply. "Like people started coming up to me while I was working. Don't get me wrong, I like my groupies but not on a daily basis." Clyde picks up a picture frame.
"Dude, is this Kylie Jenner?" he asked.
"What do you think?" I ask deciding I need a drink. I get up going to my mini fridge. "You guys want anything?"
"Don't mind if I do," said Clyde coming over to the fridge peeking inside. "Ah man you have the good shit."
"Nothing but," I state looking at Tweek who is still just sitting there. "Tweek what the fuck you want?"
"Vodka," he announces. Token makes his way over and grabs my vodka bottle pouring Tweek some into one of the shot glasses on top of the fridge. Since when has Tweek been into hard liquor?
"So what's been up with you guys?" I question deciding to go with patron. I mostly want to know what the hell happened to Tweek.
"You should really get on Facebook more," said Token.
"I don't have time for that shit," I replied. I toss my shot back before pouring another. "How long are you guys here?"
"Just for the weekend," said Clyde continuing to look at my pictures. "God you have got to let me come to one of these events."
"They aren't that great," I replied. I drink my second shot knowing I'm going to survive the rest of my shift with a nice buzz. I watch as Tweek takes his shot. He hasn't look at me once, man fuck this. "Tweek what's going on with you?"
"Shit," he shrugged. I look at Clyde and Token. Token makes this face and I know there is more to the story.
"What's going on with this look?" I question gesturing my hand towards him. Tweek looks up at me for the first time.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" I know he has his ear's pierced, when I say pierced I'm talking majorly pierced. The two on his lobe, cartilage on one ear, the other ear has an industrial piercing.
"Doesn't seem like you is all," I explain.
"What the fuck do you know!" shouts Tweek before throwing my shot glass against the wall missing my head by inches. He stands up quickly making his way out of my office.
"What the hell?" I say looking at the shattered glass.
"Clyde can you go and make sure Tweek doesn't do anything stupid," advised Token. Tweek is not the type to be reckless. He tossed his shot glass at me for no damn reason. What the hell is going on?
"Token, what is going on with Tweek?" I ask. "That is not the Tweek I know." Token sighs.
"I'm not sure if I should even be telling you this," he replies running his hand over his head. "Tweek has been going through some stuff. Shortly after you moved out this way his parents announced they're getting a divorce." I'm shocked. Like his parents have the perfect marriage or so I thought. "We're all surprised but the divorce is pretty nasty. They're fighting over Tweek Bros, neither of them wants to give it up. They could run the place together but they dislike each other to the point that is not even possible. As of right now they're still trying to divide assets which lead this whole thing to drag on. Who Tweek is going to live with is a different matter."
"Tweek is like 23 years old," I replied. "He is still living at home." Token scoffs.
"You have been in this world so long you don't know what it is like be paid minimum wage," said Token looking annoyed with me. "Anyway, this lead to him acting out or whatever. You're lucky all he did was throw a glass at you."
"I didn't do this shit to him," I replied.
"Yeah but you did leave," said Token walking towards the door. "I'm not saying that you can't live your life but you didn't call, no text, no nothing. Tweek felt like you didn't care. We had to drag him out here tonight." I actually feel really bad. I had no idea all of that was going on. "I guess we will see you out there." Token walks out the room closing the door behind him. I didn't mean to neglect my friends but I was focused on breaking it into the business. I can easily make up to 15k in one night. There was also the networking and kissing ass which I was not good at, lucky for me it is what people like about me. For some strange reason, me saying 'fuck you' is cool. I head out of my room and Rodney is there.
"Everything okay?" asked Rodney looking down at me. Rodney should have been a wrestler with his 6'5 frame and 250 pounds of muscle but then he wouldn't be here to protect me.
"I'm good," I replied. "Can you call the cleaning people to clean up some broke glass in my office. I know what's in there and anything goes missing heads will roll."
"They know better" said Rodney starting to follow me to the stage. He pulls out his walkie telling the cleaning crew what needs to happen in my office. The club I work at Envy on Fridays and Saturdays earn me 6k a night. It's where I got my start and people come to see me specifically. I could have gone somewhere else to make more money but here they allowed me to travel when need be and promised me my own office. I also don't have to worry about management being up my ass. They pretty much let me do what I want as long as I'm helping them make money. I don't travel much but when I do the price has to be right. Depending on where I have to go I need the funds to be covered. Once I was flown to Russia and I didn't pay for a damn thing. That time I was also performing with Paris Hilton. I had no idea she had become a DJ and quit her whoredom.
I get on the stage and see I have one song left on the auto track. I look at the crowd to see who is in the audience, it helps for me to select my track list. I can tell a lot more people showed up although it is 12:30am. I look out into the crowd and I can see my friends. Nice to know I can still find them in a crowd. I get focused as I start back up with mixing up tracks while playing some of my own I created.
I look out into the crowd and I see Tweek at the bar ordering a drink. I must admit he looks pretty cute even with the changes he made. I put on some automatic tracks as I make my way to the floor. I have Rodney follow me to keep people from pulling on me because I am not in the mood to be dealing with strangers groping me. By the time I get to Tweek he is with some guy.
"Tweek," I shout when I'm close enough. I see him look at me and he frowns.
"You know Blu Electric?" questioned the guy.
"Not really," said Tweek rolling his eyes. I grab Tweek's wrist pulling him towards me.
"Hey!" cried the stranger. I pull Tweek's back against my chest and I whisper in his ear.
"I just want to dance with you," I whisper into his ear. I feel Tweek shudder a little before turning around.
"Why should I let you?" he questioned.
"Because it's been a long time since I have seen you. Let me see your moves Tweek." I'm surprised when I get a smirk out of him. Tweek actually starts dancing with me but he is totally teasing me. He won't let me touch him. Soon as I would reach out to him he would side step me. I look at him and I can see the hurt behind his eyes. I swing my hair to the beat loving the playlist I set up. I'm going to head to head back to my booth soon.
"Buy me a drink," demands Tweek.
"Sure," I reply. We head to the bar with Rodney close behind me. Tweek gets to the bar.
"I want a shot of patron," he tells the bartender. The bartender sees me and looks surprised. I never come to the bar for one and for two I never get on the dancefloor. I stay behind my booth unless I go to my office or head home.
"Make that four," said Clyde walking up. "You guys trying to leave us out."
"No," I droned. "Hey, these guys." I point to Token, Clyde, and Tweek. "Their drinks are on me. Give me the bill at the end of the night." I pull out 100 dollar bill and stuff it into his tip jar causing the male bartender grins wildly. I toss my shot back knowing damn well I really didn't need it. "Tweek one more dance."
"I guess," he says. We head back to the floor and I can tell this shot is getting to Tweek. He is not as fine-tuned as he was earlier. I'm enjoying myself none the less. He misses a step sending him into my arms.
"Take an easy," I tell him. Tweek buries his face into my chest. I feel my heart beat faster as my hands squeeze his waist. Tweek suddenly pushes me away running off into the crowd. What the hell was that? I stare as if I was expecting him to come back.
"You ready to head back?" asked Rodney.
"Yeah," I reply. I start walking back to my booth. Once at the steps Rodney stops me.
"What's the story with you and silver boy?" he asked.
"He's my friend, best friend really,"
"Funny, never heard you mention him before," stated Rodney making me feel more like shit.
"It's complicated," I reply.
"You got the hots for him or something?" asked Rodney. "He doesn't look like your type." With that I walk away from Rodney. Sure, Tweek has been out since 7th grade but we never dated. We have always been friends and nothing more. Sometimes it felt like it could be more but I shook it off. I didn't have time for relationships and I'm sure Tweek didn't like me. I wasn't going to try anything and make our friendship awkward I felt a spark once or twice.
I get back in my booth and I get ready to make sure I make up for the time I was away. I start playing some of the hottest tracks and begin to mix in my own songs I have created. I'm more than glad when it is closing time and everyone starts to leave. I take off my ear piece glad that the last shot is wearing off. I should be cleared to drive home because in Denver they are quick to pull you over in this area. I have some music playing as people exit the building. I tend to get a good laugh when some try to keep dancing and security has to tell them to leave. I walk off the stage towards Rodney.
"Company tonight or no?" he asked.
"Naw, I'm good," I tell him. I look up as everyone seems to stop moving and some type of commotion is going on by the front door.
"Here we go," sighed Rodney. "Why are people always fighting. I bet it's over some stupid shit." I chuckle as I walk closer to the action knowing damn well I should start putting up my equipment. It doesn't take long for me to see the patch of silver hair. Tweek! I run close behind Rodney as he is yelling for people to move out of the way.
"Get off of me!" screamed Tweek.
"You owe me bitch!" screamed some guy grabbing him by the front of his shirt. Tweek punches the guy in the face so hard his head flies back and he loses his grip. I get around Rodney grabbing Tweek's arm as the guy is on the floor groaning as he touches his nose. "You broke my nose!"
"Rodney, get this idiot out of here," I instruct. "This guy is with me, and those two guys over there." I can see Clyde and Token finally making their way through the group. I wanted to be clear my friends are not to leave with everyone else. Tweek is breathing hard and I see he scraped his knuckles hitting that guy.
"We're closed!" yelled Rodney. "Come on people, keep it moving." Rodney starts to instruct the other security guards since they really aren't doing their damn job. I pull Tweek away from the door. I jog across the floor to my booth and cut off my music so I don't have to yell.
"Tweek is that what you're doing now?" I say to him. "Fighting with strangers."
"You didn't have to step in," he says.
"You really think I would have let you get beat up?" I question.
"Yes," he says as Token puts a hand on his shoulder. "Don't touch me!" Tweek moves away from Token seeming overly emotional. "I want to leave now!"
"Tweek," whined Clyde as if he has seen this before. "Don't be that way. We're suppose to be hanging out with Craig."
"Which we aren't," he snapped. "He was working this whole time."
"You need to calm down," I said starting to pack up my stuff. "I wasn't working when we danced together." I see Tweek cut his eyes at me. The staff starts to walk around and start cleaning, the bright lights soon follow and we see all the trash and whatever else was left behind on the floor.
"Glad we don't have to clean this," said Clyde looking around.
"Tweek is right though," I said as I continue to put up my items. "We didn't get to hang out. You guys can come back to my place if you want."
"That would be nice," said Token. "We already got a room for the weekend."
"No!" cried Clyde. "I want to see his place."
"We can go tomorrow," said Token.
"Really?" I questioned. "I'm sure that mini bar at the hotel is going to set you back a pretty penny." Tweek is standing there with his arms folded.
"Fine," said Token. "We can go." Tweek starts to walk away. "Tweek!"
"I'm going to piss, get off my back!" God Tweek is really on edge. I don't like him like this at all. I'm going to have to make an effort to talk to him. We use to talk all the time and I never thought we would become this. It seem like I was getting somewhere when we were dancing but I guess not. I pack up my equipment taking it to my office. I lock everything up and walk back to the main floor where my friends are waiting for me.