Hello readers! Long time without an update, I'm sorry about that. I've been trying to write this without any internet or computer, so that's why it took so long. I felt I needed to post something though, even though it still isn't much. My chapters maybe shorter due to writing this on my phone, but I'll try my best not to let the quality suffer. Thanks for reading. I really appreciate it :)

-Amanda

A few days later I was spinning at the club. I hadn't thought too much on what I was going to do about Chloe's vigil. Mostly I resorted back to what I usually did whenever things were overwhelming. Music, work, school. I spent the first hour with straight dance tracks for the crowd, and finally decided to slow it down and take a short break with Justin Timberlake's Pusher Love Girl.

As the night continued, I noticed a middle aged man in slacks and a button up sticking out in the back like a sore thumb. Once the lights eased up a little, I was able to recognize him from a couple weeks prior. He was the scout trying to find a DJ for J. Cole. Grinning to myself I decided to flex my DJing skills a little for the rest of the set. Starting off slow with an old school remix of The Temptations' Just My Imagination. It helped to allow the crowd and all the love birds to relax and grow close. Because once I was done I would be sending them into a rhythmic frenzy. As the light notes faded, I cross faded an Ellie Goulding remix I came up with. The beat started to build, and I looked to the lighting booth and electrician working it as he cued the lights with the music I played.

My eyes wandered over the crowd and I saw everyone moving as if they were in slow motion. The lights and the beat felt as if time had slowed. I looked towards the back where I saw the scout with a smirk across his face. My vision panned to the left and I saw Quinn sitting at the bar with Puck and Rachel. I had no idea all of them were coming tonight.

The energy felt right. The atmosphere was alive and buzzing and I only had 8 minutes left for my first set. I crossfaded the chorus of Macklemore's Can't Hold Us and scratched in the drums and hand claps of the track as Ellie Goulding faded out. The room started to pound as I felt everyone's movements. Glancing up I saw Puck lead Rachel and Quinn to the dance floor. During the drum and shout break down I began to add a vocal sample from Bruno Mars's Locked Out of Heaven. I added an extra drum and bass beat and turned up the treble and bass to get the punch I needed. Looking up one last time to the back of the room the scout had a big smile on his face. He pulled out his phone and began to type away on the screen. My eyes instantly found Quinn, she and Rachel were dancing but in two seconds she looked up to me and grinned, biting her lip and locking my gaze. It took every inch in me to keep myself behind that booth until my set was over. All I wanted was to be dancing the night away with her. Only two more days until I would be. I couldn't wait for first date redux.

Once I finished the first set, I thanked the crowd and raised my beer in the air. Everyone cheered, I set my head phones down and made my way out of the booth. I was wrapped in Quinn's arms before I could even look up from the steps. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her on the cheek.

"That last mix was incredible! My heart is still racing!" she exclaimed with wide eyes and a beaming smile. She grabbed my hand and placed it over her heart.

If it wasn't already so hot in the club, the blush on my cheeks would have probably been noticeable. I smiled and chuckled "I think that means you need some water, Q."

"Please! I've only had one ginger and whiskey. I'm fine," she said. Neither of us had realized we were still in a hug until we saw Rachel and Puck making their way over to us.

"Dude! Killer set! Kori's and the other servers were rushed right after your set!" Puck shouted. Santana looked over and saw most of the crowd heading towards the bar.

"That's nuts! And that scout from Columbia records is here!" I added nodding over to the back where he was currently talking on his phone.

"How long until your next set?" Rachel asked.

"Oh, there's another DJ who's doing a set for an hour, so I've got some time." Santana looked to her right and saw that the scout had hung up his phone and was making his way across the club. "Oh shit! The scout's on the move and coming this way!"

Rachel and Puck quickly tried to get back to the bar. Quinn grabbed Santana's hand and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Good luck,"

"Thank you," I smiled as she turned to follow

I glanced downward and felt a wave of anxiety rush through my body. There is a man in a suit with connections coming toward me after I just mixed records for my life. When I looked back up he was a couple steps away from me and extending his hand out for a shake.

"DJ Slaptonez? I'm Derek Stanley. We met a few weeks ago? I would like to discuss a possible professional opportunity for you. Care to have a drink with me out on the patio?" he asked with a huge grin.

"Of course! There's a quiet spot over here," I said as I began to lead him outside. I caught Kori's eye and motioned for a drink and she nodded.

When we got outside I motioned toward an empty table. We both sat down and Kori had quickly arrived at the table. Immediately taking down our drinks she disappeared. Derek pulled out a pack of Nat Sherman's and offered me one. I accepted and pulled out a zippo to light the cigarette and then offered the flame to Derek.

"How long have you been mixing for?" he asked. He took a long drag from his cigarette.

"Ummm, probably at least four years now. I've been doing shows for only a year though."

"That's pretty impressive." he exhaled and was the first to notice Kori arrived with our drinks. "Thank you," he said after taking a sip.

"Thanks Kor," I told her as I took a sip myself. Kori nodded and smiled, knowing that she had more things to tend to.

"I'm a blunt, straightforward person. And I would like to give you the opportunity to audition for the DJ spot on J. Cole's tour. There are two others also auditioning for the position. But I think you have a refreshing style about you that people will relate to,"

"Wow, really?!" I heard my voice squeak at the end and I immediately took a gulp from my drink. "That's really fucking awesome!"

He chuckled and then handed me his card. "The audition will be at Jay-Z's studio. I wrote the address on the back of the card. It's at 4 o'clock a week from tomorrow. Hope to see you there," he finished his drink and then patted me on my shoulder. Rising from the chair he adjusted his jacket, smiled and walked away.

The small business card in my hand suddenly seemed to be the most valuable thing in the world. This was my chance. This was my door into the industry that I've been working so hard for. I felt my lips pull and a smile spread across my face. I looked up and saw Quinn, Rachel and Puck sitting at the outside bar. I stuffed the card into my bra and walked towards them.

"Dude! That was quick! How'd it go?" Puck asked.

"He wants me to audition next week for the spot!" I exclaimed as the bartender brought me a whiskey sour.

"What?! That's incredible! You're going right?!" Rachel yelled over the music. She shot me a knowing look and I smiled.

"Its a huge opportunity. And it's just an audition so what do I really have to lose, right?" I added taking another drink from my glass.

"No, there is no room for thinking like that. You gotta waltz into that studio and own that room. Just let your sexy Latina self shine and you'll get it," Quinn commented with a wink.

"Q's right! You just gotta bust in and take no prisoners. Make it known you aren't leaving without that job!" Puck shouted throwing his cup in the air. "To DJ Slaptonez!"

"Here here!" we all clinked glasses and took a drink.

The next morning I was sitting at me and Quinn's usual booth at the cafe with my sunglasses on and a beanie. After I broke the news to everyone about my audition, Kori sent over a round of shots just about every hour. And we were slamming drinks once my second set was done. Kori even opened up a bottle of her specially reserved whiskey and brought us to the back room to celebrate.

"Kori, I haven't even gotten the job yet," I said as she handed me a shot glass.

"Girl, did I ever tell you what I thought of you the first time I saw you on that stage spinning? Not your first show, but when you thought no one was looking or listening," Kori said as she continued to pour shots for Rachel, Puck and Quinn.

"Oh god, don't make me cry. I can't have mascara lines right now!" Rachel exclaimed. Her face was bright red and her speech slurred.

"I think after this shot, man-hands is officially cut off," I teased as she helped hand out the shots.

"Anyway, you had been working for me for about a year already, and the bar was closed for inventory. We were taking an hour lunch break and I was out picking up the take out we ordered. When I walked back in, Santana was standing on the stage mixing Blackstreet's No Diggity with Kanye West's Flashing Lights."

"I was inspired by Girltalk," I added with a shrug of my shoulders.

"You weren't just some shy girl, outside of her comfort zone though,"

"Okay, has Santana ever been that girl though?!" Puck nearly shouted as he held his shot up in the air.

"What I'm trying to say, you drunk assholes," everyone laughed, "is that Santana, you belong on stage. In front of a booth, behind one, you and the stage are meant for each other. If for some inexplicable reason you don't get this spot, it's only the stepping stone girl. To Santana!"

"To Santana!" everyone followed.

After that shot, everything went blurry. Which explains why I didn't realize Quinn had arrived until she was snapping her fingers in front of my face.

"Santana, Santana!" Quinn nearly shouted.

"Oh my god, not so loud..." I hissed at her pulling my hood over my beanie.

"Awww, is San a little hung over?" Quinn teased as she pulled my hood further down over my face.

I playfully swatted her hand away and sunk into my seat, "I should have had more water. I don't remember much of anything after that shot with Kori,"

Quinn chuckled and looked down. "If you're wondering if you did anything embarrassing, then don't worry. Rachel managed to pull enough shenanigans for the four of us,"

"Oh God, what'd she do?" I asked taking a sip from my coffee.

"Well, she may have jumped on the bar and tried to re-enact some scenes from Coyote Ugly," Quinn bit her lip trying to suppress her laughter.

"No way! Did any tabloids get wind of it?"

"Oh no, this was just a few minutes before last call when everyone started clearing out. But I'm sure Rachel's nursing a much worse hang over than you,"

I smiled and finally pulled off my hoodie and sunglasses. "What are you doing today?"

"Nothing really, it's my day off."

"What would you say to a marathon of How I Met Your Mother, and the greasiest pizza in New York?"

"Mmmm, why would we want the greasiest pizza?"

"Because it's the only thing to help me get rid of this hang over,"

Before I knew it, we were riding the subway back to my apartment for an all day occasion of cuddling and junk food. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt like doing this. Usually I was always so focused on the next big thing, I never let myself just slow down and enjoy the little things.

But things were changing. Ever since Chloe, I always felt like I needed to maximize every moment of my life to make up for hers. I took it upon myself to live enough for the both of us. It wasn't until recently that I realized how damaging that could be. Quinn, without doing anything at all, has shown me how happy one can be living solely for one's self.

Looking over to her on the subway, I placed my hand over hers and squeezed. She smiled at me and scooted a little closer, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Don't get too comfortable now, our stop is coming up," I whispered to her. Just then the subway slowed to a stop, and Quinn raised her head from my shoulder.

As we walked up the steps to my apartment, she asked "Have you thought about what you're going to say or anything at Chloe's vigil?"

I opened the door and we both walked in "Honestly? No, not really. Any mix I try and do doesn't work, I've tried writing out lyrics and music, nada."

"I'm sure it'll come to you when the time is right. You still have at least 2 weeks right?"

"Yeah, still two weeks away," I said grabbing the HIMYM box set and popping disc one into the DVD player.