September 24, 2023
Sforzesco Castle, Milan
Deep underground in the darkness lay a labyrinth of tunnels.
Desolate. Full of ghosts.
The tunnels didn't always used to be like that, in fact, they served great purpose back in ancient times. Some passages were meant for maintaining the water flow in the castle. Others were used for escaping enemies. Nowadays, they were used to get wasted.
The tunnel was much bigger than DJ anticipated, and it looked better too. Curved lines of stone and steel made up the walls whilst slender diorite bricks made the floor. Coating the room was the sound of talking, mixed with jazz, and garnished with the clinking of glasses.
"What the-"
DJ ushered Adam towards the bar and they both got themselves a drink - a glass of whisky for him and a beer for Adam. They both savoured their drinks and the ambience, but Adam couldn't help but feel that they were eyes on them. And he was right. A group of people by the far right of the tunnel were taking quick glances at them before returning to their conversations.
At that moment, DJ felt something nudge his side.
"What?"
"Those people in the back-right have been staring at us for a while."
DJ looked and saw what Adam was talking about.
"Yeah it's probably because we're the only black people in this party. We stick out like a sore thumb." DJ said.
Adam saw his logic and checked on the group again. This time, he noticed that they weren't necessarily looking at the both of them. Only DJ.
"They seem to only be looking at you?" Adam said.
"Really? Well I guess my afro's pretty majestic innit?"
Adam laughed and elbowed him.
"No you idiot...They're probably looking at you cuz you're directing Frankie's doc."
Adam finished his beer, relieved, now in a better mood. He didn't need to be on edge because they weren't in London anymore - They were in Milan, living the high life. He looked towards the group and now all of the members had disappeared.
Good. Who gives a fuck anyway?
"Let's find some famous people, yeah!" DJ said out of the blue. "We can get pictures with them and then brag to everyone back home!"
"...Yeah sure."
DJ had never had a problem with these types of situations, Adam thought to himself. It was like whenever someone looked in his direction or talked to him, his energy would be rejuvenated. It was like a piece of him that had been lost was being put back in place. Slowly completing the DJ puzzle.
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October 12, 2018
St George's Park National Football Centre
The sun beamed down on St George's Park and a slight drizzle started to come about. DJ, 17, was on the pitch with the rest of his teammates. He didn't like them that much and his teammates felt the same. But they had one mutual understanding - That in order to win, they needed to work together. DJ's talent wasn't in his scoring ability, but in the ability to help others score. He envisioned that he would orchestrate the game from the get-go: controlling the possession and tempo of the game. And once that orange spark of creativity came, he would create an opportunity for a goal. He would show how magical his passes were. He would show how great he was at getting into space. That day, DJ was ready to do anything to prove he was worthy.
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