A raver named Amy tags with an EDM Producer known as "Deadmau5" they try to build a friendship after all they have been though and make the best of life. Amy as a spunky 17-year-old happy-go-lucky-dancer and Joel Zimmerman as a professional griefer.
Chapter 1 - Sometimes Things Get Complicated.
Turning and running through the colors.. The street lights.. The neon lights..She picked up her pace making her shiny pink ribbon shift from left to right against her warm brunette hair. The pulse she felt from the music was keeping her going, she was almost there.. The beat growing as she got closer to the neon lights. Passing though an array of bright rainbow glowsticks brushing up against her soft skin. The beat pulsing inside her body and bursting out of her spine.. Begging her to move to the music.
"Thump.. Thump..Thump-" the bass grew,
making the charcoal black road seem as it could crack underneath her toes. A smile creeped on her face as she craved more..
She wanted it louder. After all she was born a raver & loved shows. Loved to feel alive, loved the bliss & ecstasy, and how that was her escape from the daily stress of her life. Considering her mom wasn't the best- or most responsible person to be around. But if it wasn't for her mom she wouldn't even be a raver..
It all started back at her childhood house, in Austin, TX. Being remodeled a couple of times and added a fresh coat of baby blue here an there on the dusty nailed but stable wood of a house.. Was her past.. through the cracks told her story. Though she never even seemed to stay in that house because she had been avoiding her drunk mom, Jessica. The yelling, the complaining.. The salty hot tears streamed down her Jessica's pale face daily, wishing she could've been a better mom. Or at least feeling like a mom for that matter.. She needed a stable life again. Jessica, having jet black hair and pale skin for a woman not even getting out her bed for anything other then wine or hard alcohol.. She would wrap herself in dark blankets just wishing her hold her daughter tight.. Starting over from the mistakes.. Coming home with repulsive vomit over her tight-fitted clothes. Every time Jessica went out it was always for some guy.. some pointless buzzed guy just wanting to get up her skirt. Jessica didn't care, she needed the money after all.. And with that money she bought more and more alcohol for herself to drink the pain away- the emotions.
But she covered up her sorrowed eyes with dark shades of colors on her heavy eyelids to the tip of her eyelashes in jet black smooth mascara, adding more to make a flawless angel face. After her hair and makeup Jessica would change into the shortest skirts and highest heels. Her soft flawless but pale legs contrasting against the black fishnet thigh-high pantyhose, as her tight black tank-top covered in a simple faded black jacket with a few cigarette burns here and there made the look complete. Every other night Jessica did this.. Just to make money and drink her depression away all over again. Amy hated her mom, hated that she was who she was, hated Jessica's constant complaining on why Amy cant just love her or show affection. Amy wasn't all for loving or looking up to someone, She never truly knew how that felt in order to return it back. Which is why Amy snuck out as soon as her mom left the driveway already drinking to the nearest strip club leaving a lost teenager who was covered in rave gear. Wearing some of the fishnets that were her skinny mom's but worn with pride as she covered part of the fishnet with her favorite perky rainbow tutu, and the usual kandi and a artsy blacklight splatter painted shirt from her first rave. Amy would sneak out of her house straight to her best friend's car, Gabby. A taller more "do-as-your-told" teenager with long flowing bleach blonde hair that came down to her tanned waist. Gabby's clothing style to raves was a short neon pink tanktop showing her charming lightingbolt belly button piercing along with a black shirt and her favorite soft rainbow rave fluffies around her lower legs. Amy still blushed at the thought of Gabby, she missed dancing with her and feeling so happy with someone. But Gabby had moved away since she had a career to get to and focused on that and partied less. Amy on the other hand just went to the raves usually on drugs that she got from some of the guys her mom would bring back home, usually ecstasy and sometimes acid strips. Leaving Amy in danger.. But struggling to escape.
Amy turned to a dark alleyway dolled up in a rainbow tutu, black above-the-knee stockings, and her favorite blacklight activated tank top with her favorite cartooned kitty "Felix the cat" printed on- contrasted with a sharp black outline on the felines face. All for the night, ready to let go. From her arms coated in rainbow kandi to her rainbow splattered black chucks.
She needed to let go. Forget about the world as life was meant to be lived, without drugs