Forget Me Not

Chapter 2 - Girl With A Plan

Early Saturday afternoon, I found myself feeling a little apprehensive and agitated. I don't know what's causing it, but it's like something big is about to happen and I just can't shake the feeling off.

To distract myself, I practiced mixing some songs in my home studio for half an hour and then checked all my equipment before putting them in the back of my dark grey VW Caddy van. Apparently, the club's mixer is busted, and according to Aaron, it will be a better idea to bring my own stuff than risk a "DJ Fail". With that done and still feeling edgy, I decided to go for a quick run on my treadmill.

"Stop being bothered, nothing's gonna happen..." I muttered to myself and tried to catch my breath as the machine switched gears for a cool down. I quickly took a shower afterwards because I plan on leaving before four o'clock. I need to make sure that I have enough time for the drive to LA, dinner, set up my stuff at the club and a sound check before it opens.

After stepping out of the shower, I walked into my closet and stopped.

Hmm... What to wear?

I don't go out or go drinking that often, so I don't really own outfits like what other women wear when they go to clubs.

Screw it. When did I ever care about fashion? This crazy and weird feeling is seriously messing with my head.

"Something casual and then a main outfit for later..." I decided as I pulled a blue button down long sleeved shirt off a hanger. Next, I searched for one of my denim shorts, a rugged and distressed pair that I can move around in comfortably without flashing my ass. I paired them with my black three-inch wedge booties, which added a boost to my already substantial five feet and eight inches. Plus, it's very comfortable to wear. It also has a couple of leather belts with silver buckles looped around each shoe that made it look bad-ass.

That should do it. Now, for my other outfit...

I took out my black one shoulder long sleeve cropped top, which I paired with a tribal patterned mini skirt, and then added my white lace kimono duster.

That ought to do it, nodding to myself.

There will be no need for me to change shoes with this outfit. To accessorize it, aside from the multiple rings that I always wear, I also packed my silver upper arm cuff, which I will later wear on the arm that will not be covered by my single long sleeve. I applied a double coat of mascara, nude lipstick on my lips and I am almost good to go.

Oh, crap... My hair...

My hair can sometimes be a mess. It's thick and wavy, medium brown in color with some reddish and light brown natural highlights because I like to spend a lot of time under the sun. Since I haven't bothered getting my hair trimmed lately, it has now grown down to my waist. On a normal day, I just let it down or put it up in a bun or a loose ponytail. But, for some reason, I want to style it up a bit for tonight.

To match it with my outfit later, I quickly applied some anti-frizz products on my hair, braided several small sections and then threaded some silver beads through before securing the ends. Finally, I tied a blue bandana around my head and I'm done.

Time to go...

Stuffing my wallet and phone in my bag with the clothes, grabbed my aviator sunglasses, keys and I'm off to LA. To the club called The Den.

After the two and a half hour drive to LA, I arrived at the club a few minutes past six thirty pm. I drove around the back, parked my Caddy and dialed the number given to me by Aaron for the club's manager.