I left home around seven, Making sure I brought my equipment, seeing how my boss wanted to hear new beats I was able to mix together. "Hey there, son, glad you can make it. Got any new beats you can let me hear?" My boss said. I made a small smile and nodded at him before I went up on the stage where my turntables and DJ mixer is placed
Once I'm up there I get out my Apple computer on the side table and started to set up. When I'm finished I put my flash drive in and download my music.
After I finished setting everything up I started to work on my music a little. When I put beats together I started to play.
I was so in tune with my music that I didn't notice my boss making his way over to me. "It's really good!" he yelled out, making me jump, not only that because my hands were on the knobs it made me change the beats to whatever this gibberish is.
I hear my boss bust out laughing his ass off. If I didn't know any better, if he laughed any harder he would've ended up on the floor kicking his legs.
"Sorry kid--" he tried to stop his laughter "Oh kid, you is hilarious--" he catches his breath, wiping his eyes " The beat is definitely going to get the people going. I love the rhythm you have it going. Nice add of popular artist too." he praised, patting my shoulder "Nice work kid, rest a little: you still have time before the club open," he said before leaving.
I spent the remaining time chilling in the back, drinking Sprite.
[WARNING: Mention of light abuse]
I remember the day when the boss took me in. If it wasn't for him I don't even know what would have happened to me. It was about two years ago, I ran away from home when my step-bastard of an ugly excuse of being a role model, tried to take his drunken anger out onto me.
My mom wasn't home at the time so clearly he thought it was the perfect time to get what he wanted. Me.
I hope he dies in the deepest part of hell and feels tortured for all eternity. That night, of my seventeenth year I was in my room, hiding from him. The very sight, even a glance at his hair, was enough to make me throw up. I always kept my door knocked and put something in front of it: one day it's a dresser, the next a chair, hell even once I put my bed there and slept on the floor that time. Anything to prevent him from getting inside.
That time it was a dresser blocking the door, yet it didn't help. I can still hear the banging of the door. It was so hard I was scared that the hinges would fly off. My fear spiked in that moment.
That was when I realized he was drunk out of his mind. Only when he's drunk he gets like that. It's bearable when he's sober but drunk?
No.
He is completely a different monster.
He broke my door handle, my anxiety was high, and everything in me was telling me to run, get away. Anything! Something! But I couldn't. Fear left me frozen on my bed.
"Move, Move! Damn it!" is all I could do. Yelling in my head to move.
I couldn't.
He managed to come in. All I could do was stare in fear at his predatoriness figure. When we locked eyes I knew, I knew what he was planning to do and that seemed to make me snap out of my frozen fear.
I bolted out of my bed.
He lunged himself onto my bed, close enough to grab me by my shirt. I bodged his hand. almost bumping into my dresser. Running out of my room, I heard him yelling from behind. I still remember his voice.
" Get back here you lil shit! You can't run away from me!" The terrified feeling that he was close behind me, had tears coming out but I didn't care. My only thought was to get out of the house.
I fly out of the front door. The only thing I had was my phone and clothes on my back. No shoes. No money. No nothing. That was the last time I ever saw my mom and that evil pig. If I had stayed, whatever he would have done would've destroyed me.
[END]
When I saw sure he wasn't following me, I stopped running. Giving my body a much-needed break, but I couldn't stop, so I kept walking.
Last time I checked the time it was around nine. My phone was on its last battery life since I need to know where I am and where to go, so I didn't dare to check the time but I know it was really late. Still, I kept walking.
I walked and walked, the only thing on my mind was to find someplace I can rest without someone bothering me. But the only thing that came to mind were nightclubs. They are the only few that are open at night. However, being seventeen had its cons, for one, they aren't gonna late a minor inside.
So I decided that the alley would be fine. As I walked further, in the distance, I saw many, many people out front. The only thing I thought to myself was that maybe that club was popular. Making up my mind I head into the alleyway, it seemed luck was by my side because the side door opened. After I made sure no one was around, I was able to sneak in.
Instantly, loud music and the smell of alcohol hit me. I looked around thinking I'm in the staff section or something. I walked further inside. The further I walked the louder the music.
I made it to the dance floor. So many bodies dancing against each other, people drinking, laughing, smiling. All I could see was these people were having a good time. Then a loud voice came on, hyping up the crowd. I looked to see a man playing up on stage. All sorts of beats mashed together. I was captivated by the sound, it was something I never heard before but at that moment doing what that man is doing was the only thing I cared for. My heart swelled, pulled, and even tugged toward that stage.
But my high was cut short when I felt someone grab my arm. My fear skyrocketed, thinking it might be him, quickly turning around and yanking my hand, I saw a man in a colorful suit. That same man was my future boss and savior.
He took me in, didn't ask a lot of questions but still helped me. He made me finish school and he taught me how to DJ. A couple of years later to now, he open a new club called Cherry Pop a couple of months ago.
Everything I am is because he took in a brat and I couldn't be any more grateful. I owe him so much.
Breaking me out of my memories, one of my coworkers knocked on the door telling me the club is about to open.
Well, time to set up.
10:50 p.m.
I don't get up on stage until 11 p.m. That's when there are a lot of people in the club and where things start to get heated.
"You're ready? It's almost time." My boss asked me. I nodded without looking at him and started to walk toward the stage. I know that I'm giving him and those around me the cold shoulder. But ever since that dream...or more like a memory, this morning I couldn't help but feel disgusted but most of all numb.
Once I got everything together I turn my head and nodded to my boss who nodded back at me. Then all lights went out. After a few seconds, a single light shines on me on the stage. My head was down and I stand still for like 6 seconds and then I started to play my music.
I nodded my head to the beat. I picked up the mic and left up my head and said to the crowd " I WANT TO SEE ALL HANDS IN THE AIR!" Then I put the mic back down really fast and hit a sick beat that's more hardcore and started to move my body with the flow of my beats that I mixed together.
The crowd is jumping, yelling. They enjoy my music. That feeling brings me back to life.
After 30 minutes or so I picked up the mic and right when I was about to say something to the crowd I saw a really and I mean REALLY handsome man with the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. And I realize that his staring intensely at me that I found myself feeling nervous at his stare.
I quickly looked down at my DJ table and went back to work. When I was finished they switched to auto music that'll change automatically. I got off the stage and went straight to the bar to grab a drink.
"Hey man, let me have just water, thanks I sighed, when I got my drink I didn't waste any time to gulp it down my throat. When I put my cup down I heard someone sitting next to me, but I didn't pay any attention. "You're were amazing up there" I heard a deep-smoothing voice. It sends shivers down my spine. I turn my head to the side and saw the same man that was in the crowd. And I got to say that up close he's like a walking sex-god.
When I got a good look at him he's really buff not too much that look disgusting but enough that makes any person drool over him.
"Thanks" is all I could say. But I had this feeling that something about this man is going to change me, either it was a good or bad change, I don't know and that's what scares me the most right now.
Who ever thought that this one god-like man would change my view of the world?