Drug × Martin Garrix

1.20

"This is what we do,
This is how we do.
We partyin' all night.
We're dancing around like,"

The crowd sang. They started to get ready for when the beat drops. When it did, the crowd started jumping and raising their hands in synchronization. Camille always laughed at these kind of actions.

You might think she's used to it because she has been seeing those for a really long time but she isn't. It would always make her smile wide and it is what kept her going. It is what kept her motivated.

She put on her headphones and worked on the things that she needed to attend to. As she took it off again, the song slowly faded and started to change into a new one which was her collab with Dillon -- Slippery Than Soap.

As the beat dropped, the crowd jumped again while raising their hands up in the air. This time was different though, because Camille joined in raising both her hands and dancing on stage. Dancing was one of her talents. She was a great dancer ever since she was little.

The people in the club kept on partying. Some are dancing -- people in front of her. Some people talking to friends whilst watching her DJ -- people in the VIP booth. Some ordering drinks from the bar and drinking them there. Waiters surrounded the area, serving drinks to the people.

Bloggers were also partying along with them. The things they're doing are different though. They were taking pictures, uploading it on social media sites, tweeting and posting about what was happening inside the club. Some photos were great with the help of a good camera, some are not too much but it's alright.

She turned to look at the crowd for a moment then went back to the turn table in front of her. Her fingers stopped moving for a moment. No. It can't be. It was probably just an illusion so she shook her head, turning back yo what she was doing.

He's not here. He's not. It's just an illusion. Focus, Cam. Focus. She thought.

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"Bvrrrrr..." The sound that was made by her lips was going on and on for about 3 minutes.

"Bvrrrrr..." And there it goes again.

"Ugh! What to do what to do?!" She screamed so loud that the whole neighborhood would have probably heard it. But thanks for her soundproof walls, no one could hear her.

"Ma'am," She jumped up from her bed, designed with red and black sheets and pillows of course.

"Martha," She said, eyes still wide. "Nagulat mo 'ko." (You startled me.)

"Sorry po, Ma'am. Dinalan lang kita ng pagkain." Martha said. (Sorry, Ma'am. I just brought you food.)

"Okay lang. Sige lagay mo nalang diyan sa table. Salamat!" Camille thanked her. Martha really is a sweet lady. She always cared for Cam as well as the house. She took really good care of the house when Camille is not around. (It's okay. Just put it in the table. Thank you!)

When Martha left, Camille turned on her TV and just watched a series called Misfits from 2009. She started eating the food which was given to her by Martha -- chips and 5 cans of Cherry Coke which she absolutely loved in the whole wide world!

Right when they were about to discover Nathan's powers, Camille's phone blasted "Backlash". She groaned, pressing the space bar on her Mac to pause what she was watching before answering the call.

"Hi! This is Cam. Who am I speaking to?" She said.

"Yeah. Uhm, is this that DJ called Camixlla or whatever that is?" She heard a preppy voice ask.

"Actually it's C-A-M-X-L-L-A. Pronounced as kuh-meal-uh. Yes, this is her. What do you need?" She asked politely, then started recording the whole thing.

"If this is you, you better stay away from Martin, you bitch. If you think he likes you, he actually doesn't. Don't ever think for a second that he will. I mean, come on! You're fat and you're so freakin' ugly." The girl behind the line scoffed.

"Well, Ms. My-Voice-Is-So-Preppy-If-Martin-Hears-It-His-Ears-Will-Most-Likely-Bleed, I don't care what you say. He told me himself that he likes me. And for your information, he even kissed me so goodbye." She talked back.

"As if! You're nothing to him."

"Okay. Think all you want, I don't care. I'm gonna hang up now. Bye bye!" Camille said kindly.

When she hung up, she wondered where that girl got her number. Whatever, she thought. I'm used to it anyway. It's not like she gives a flying fuck about her haters but it's the first time she got a call from one.

Standing up, she grabbed the packs of chips that are empty, cans of coke which are empty too and threw it away in the garbage can beside her bed. She cleaned up her room, sweeping and throwing away the trashes.

Whilst doing so, her phone rang again. I hope it's not one of those girls again. She groaned, picking up her phone and answering the call.

"Camille speaking."

"Hi, Cam!" She heard the cheery voice of her manager.

"Oh hey! What's up?" Camille asked.

"Well it's Saturday today so Saturday next week you have a flight going to Miami. You'll be playing a set at Ultra then get three days to explore it. After that, you're back on tour."

Her mouth almost dropped. "Really?!"

"Yes, really."

"Okay, okay. I should probably start packing now, shouldn't I?"

"Yes. Make sure to make it at the airport on time. Don't want you being late. Again."

"Sorry. I'm gonna hang up now so bye."

"Bye."

Excitement. The one thing that she's feeling when she got the call. Why wouldn't she? There's a 99.9℅ chance of her seeing Martijn. Just the thought of him made her happy, what more if she can touch him and is in front of him?

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i think this is what you can call a filler chapter. but worry not, my druggies. the next chapter i will give you shall have a lot of romantic moments KILIG

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