Part 3

Location: Babylon, DJ Booth

Time: 10:56pm

Status: Kickin' Ass!

I am so freaking cool.

Look at me, spinning the mix, pushing the slides.

I did most of the work at home. This my chance to show of all my hard work and brilliant skills.

Oh no, missed the scynth by half a sec, gotta fix it.

That's better, I can't screw this up, this is my big chance. I gotta show them all what I can do.

Must not fail.

I can see Daphne grooving out on the dance floor.

She moves perfectly with the music cos she's heard all my stuff a million times before.

The other dancers don't look as comfortable.

It's not what they're used to. They'd start dancing and bring out familiar moves but then the song would move in a direction that they did not know, and the movement would end up looking awkward and out of place. The more expeirinced dancers seemed to see it as a new challenge, a small number have given up and are sitting on the sidelines drenched in sweat. The rest were to high to care, they'd just move any way that feels good and hope they don't take out any eyes.

I admit my style is a little different then the usual dance club stuff, but I was careful to pick songs that would not seem totally out of place here.

It's all techno.

I wounder if they mind that some songs are in different languages? I didn't think of that.

Just then I realize I can feel the presance of the person behind me. There breath is wafting from the shadows against the wall. Please don't let it be that creepy owner guy. What was his name? Some hippy name. Tree Sap?

I feel a sharp thump against my shoulder and turn with a gasp.

"Daphne!"

Okay I can start breathing again. Aww my coke's all over the floor.

"Never ever do that, look you made me spill my drink."

She just smirked in that smug little way that I hate. Like I'm an annoying wind up toy she'd could smash but can't be bothered.

"Chill Blondie it's 12 already, breaktime. Wake up your muscles and get us some more drinks. I'll watch the booth."

I instinctively go into protective mode and leer predatorly, sliding my gaze between her the the turners rythmicly. Daphne has been with me since I got my first keyboard, and it's not like I don't trust her, or that I'm the jelous type. I just don't like people touching what is mine."

She can ofcourse read me like a bad romance novel and gives me more of that look while leaning me towards the steps. She knows that sometimes I need a little push towards a more sane way of thinking.

So the sets halfway done and so far no one has screamed for the bad noise to go away. I must not be doing to badly then, but it's hard work and I have to really consentrate. Which is not easy when you have other things on your mind. The incident on the way here has been doing a rounds in my head all night. I'd think about it, then push it from my mind, and then about an hour later it will pop back up out of nowhere. I feels like my mind is stuck on repeat.

I walk down the steps from the DJ booth and squeaze my way towards the bar for a much deserved drink.

At the counter I signal the bar tender for a coke, I have to keep away from the alcohol while I'm working. I look up towards the DJ booth and try to see the girl is breathing to close to the conrol panel. How Soon Is Now is just melting in. I'd taken parts from two bands different versions of this song and welded them together in a kind of topsy tervy duet.

The artists would never come up with an idea that good.

My drink was slided across to me and slapped into my hand covering my palm with the glasses cold dew. Damn forgot Daphne's. I signaled for another.

"Hi how you doing?"

To my left stood a man about my height, with dark hair and a pointy face. He looked a fair bit older but didn't have that nasty old man air about him that most older guys that hit on him did.

This was the first person he had met inside the club, so he decided to take this oppertunity to find out what the crowd thought of his stuff.

"Do you like the music?"

The man looked shocked that Justin had spoken back to him. Justin got the feeling that he was turned down alot.

"Er it's alright erm.. I thought that version of Madam Butterfly earlier was.. um.. different."

Well that wasn't to bad of a review. I'll just talk to him for a little bit as a reward. He seems lonely.

"Yeah the last song is the best, just when her husband returns and he looks at her dieing. I think she seems very confused then."

The man's face lights up instantly and he starts prattling on seemlessly about how I'm wrong and what it really meant. I wonder what he's doing in a place like this?

I could hardly get a word in and he'd been talking for about two minutes when Daphne gave me the signal that it was time to get back to work. I nodded and turned back towards the man. Breaking more forcfully into his speach I explained.

"I have to get back to work."

"Oh are you a go go boy?"

He looked me up and down. A pair of old jeans and a navy sweater wrapped around my hips to keep them from sagging. No shirt and no jewelry besides his nipple ring. When Justin worked he liked to be comfortable. On his back was a large magic marker tattoo of a phoenix a cutie from PIFA had done Friday, it was supposed to be 'for luck'.

Picking up the drinks that were waiting on the counter Justin pushed of from the bar.

"No"

Heh,

Keep him guessing.

With a quirky smile he moved into the crowd and was swallowed by it before the man could see wear he was going.

t/b/c..

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