John was surveying the dance floor, his eyes coming back on the man next to him once he made sure no else he knew was in the building. He refrained from letting out a sigh. Was he really ready for this? Everyone kept saying they like what he did, but right now he wasn't so confident. The DJ on the stage right now was fantastic. The light show was great, the confetti were mind blowing. He, on the other hand, only had his music. His brooding must had been visible, because Greg gently shoved him with his shoulder. John turned his head and smiled to him. With a nod they both left toward the back stage so John could get ready since he was the next one to get on stage. Greg closed the door of the small room where the DJ had piled all of his stuff. The policeman leaned against a dresser, looking at the back of his friend. It was always funny to look at the man fussing before his performances. Greg had fancied John for a while but once it become apparent that the man was only interested in curvy brunettes, he had settled with the best friend role. "You'll be fine John."

At first, the dealer had frozen on the spot. Sherlock almost expected to be rejected but then the stranger pushed him against the bar and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. The teenager went along the enjoyable ride. During the snogging, his hand snaked into the vest of the dealer and he successfully picked-pocketed the E. When they parted to breathe, he smirked and used the fact that they were in a crowded place to vanish in front of the dealer's eyes. The bag in hand, he headed straight for the bathroom. Alone in a stall, the pills were crushed before the powder was spread messily on the toilet tank. A bill was produced from his pocket and Sherlock bended to snort the E. A few minutes later, he was in the middle of the dance floor, shivering with pleasure every time someone brushed against him. His senses were on high alert, pleasure rolling down his spine. The music put him in a trance where his body was full of energy but his usually busy brain was turned off. Nothing mattered, only the music and the sensations while he danced his feet off on the dance floor. However, his little slice of paradise all came to an abrupt end when the DJs switched place. The cute blondie was on the stage, looking peaceful and in his own world. Sherlock stopped moving completely hypnotised.

Greg's reassurance was welcome. A few minutes before he had to go on stage, John closed his eyes and concentrated on his breath. He did his usual mental list of what songs he would play, focusing on calming his stomach. When the door opened and the bouncer announced it was his turn, John manage to shoot a smile that didn't look like a snarl toward Greg before exiting the room. Walking toward the stage, he wondered if astronauts felt the same while walking toward a rocket. Except he had a laptop in his hands instead of a helmet. The destinations were different, yet so similar in the mind of the DJ. While astronauts headed for the stars, he on the other hand would explore the music. John let a nervous chuckle escape his lips. The quick walk felt like hours but once he finally reached the console, to his biggest surprise, all nervousness had left him. With ease he plugged his laptop, put the club headphones on (he really needed more money to finaly buy his own pair) and got lost in his musical world. His trademark cue started, and John busied himself with what he loved to do.

Sherlock was rooted on the dance floor. His eyes were glued on the man before him. He could almost hear the voice of his mother nagging him. She had told him once that he would find his special someone after he had been bullied by some kids at school. He had given up on love a long time time ago, realising that he was different from everyone and no one was ready to accept him. However, as he stood there in the middle of a dance floor, high as a kite, Sherlock felt something he never felt before in his life. The Dj was gorgeous, tongue poking out, brows knitted with concentration and yet he seemed so calm, in his element. The teenager was a bit jealous. The only time he came close to something that felt like peace was when he used drugs meanwhile the man in front of him was just drowning in bliss. A hand on his shoulder startled him. As he turned around, he recognized the drug dealer, who did not seemed pleased at all. Ducking and running toward the exit, Sherlock came to a sudden stop by a jerking motion. He fell flat on his face before pain flooded his chest. Then everything blacked out.