BETA READER: Dark Catalyst
WHAT LAST FOREVER
Chapter 2- and then...
The first thing he had to do was make sure that all his equipment was in top form. And that took some time to do. He used high-technological stuff; that wasn't bought by his own money, of course. His boss and club owner Jenny Corvette had bought it for him. He suspected she had a thing for him because she certainly always took the chance to flirt with him. Apparently it didn't matter to her that she was already married, but according to her, it wasn't a happy marriage. Perhaps she was just looking for some excitement.
'But she doesn't need to keep an eye on me!' He thought distraughtly. 'I mean she is old enough to be my mother for Christ sake!'
"There you are Jamez! Are there any problems?" Jenny thrilled.
"No ma'am," he said.
"How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need to say that! This is America, there are no such formalities as over in England! Get over it James, call me JENNY!"
"Alright, I promise, Jenny!" he said mostly to make her go away. He didn't plan on getting familiar with Jenny in any other way than boss-employer.
"That's the spirit!" She said with a little laugh and walked over to one of the bartenders. It seemed like she was out on a check patrol. 'As long as she doesn't bother me,' he thought. He used his headphones and checked them off his list. They were excellent. He went on to use the surround system. He tried some different styles of echo and went on to the strobe lights.
"Alright everybody, I'm doing a sound check for a couple of minutes. Prepare your ears!" he announced in the Mic and made a few people laugh. He grinned at a waitress who looked at him with adoring eyes. Everyone else nearby nodded and gave him thumbs up. He began to play it low and went higher and higher. After that he turned it down again.
"That's good James!" Jenny shouted to him.
"Yeah it's good stuff," he answered.
"It better be for what it cost me!" she said with a huff.
"Carol, you got a minute?" he asked when he saw her pass by.
"What's up?" she asked when she was within hearing range.
"I need some advice." He looked at her with puppy eyes, but there was an undertone of seriousness.
"You? That's new!" she said surprised and checked him over with her eyes as if she believed him to be an impostor.
"Oh shut your face!" he grinned.
"Ok. I'm serious, what's your problem?"
"I was thinking about maybe mixing some trance and rock tonight. What do you think?" he asked her. He really wanted this night to be perfect and if he had to ask people what they thought, so be it! Usually he didn't care because everyone liked his music but his old insecurity came creeping back over him. He had gotten cold feet and he needed some reassurance.
"Whatever you say; everything you do seems to work just fine. Everybody loves you. I suggest you just wing it," Carol said as if she could sense just what he needed.
"Like I always do," he said and began to get back to his new self again.
"Exactly." She nodded to get her point through.