Music And Drugs

Chapter 1

Dmitri was sitting on the couch, laying down and watching a news cast. It had been three weeks since he tried to leave his abusive girlfriend, Amy, and since the incident. Dmitri had no where to go, so he was forced to stay with his girlfriend until he found a place. She would constantly torment him, but he refused to mention that fateful night.

Amy, just the, walked in from her bedroom. She walked over to Dmitri and grabbed his feet, playfully. "Dmitri!!!" She whined.

"What's wrong?" Dmitri asked, muting the tv as the news changed stories.

"I'm going out till really late, so I won't be here..." Amy muttered, continuing to mess with Dmitri's feet. She looked over to the tv. "Oh my gosh! Dmitri, have you seen his guy? He's the son of these two like lawyers or something? Well, the dad's a lawyer and the mom's famous fashion designer. He's always getting into trouble, but he's so hot!!!" She kept going on and on, staring at the guy on the tv.

"I haven't heard of him." Dmitri shrugged, looking over at the tv again. "If you're going out, I'm going to the club to play again..." He mentioned and Amy whined loudly.

"Nooo! Stay here! You have to stay here, because I'm going out and someone had to be in the house. Don't you get it?" She scoffed and shoved Dmitri away. "Well, I should get going!"

Dmitri sighed and watched Amy leave the house. He knew the club didn't open until eight, which was in three hours, but he needed to get out of the apartment. He waited thirty minutes, before leaving, just making sure Amy didn't come back in that time. He grabbed his ukulele and planned to play on the street, just to earn a little extra cash. Dmitri walked a little ways from the club, until he found a good spot to start playing. He set up the small ukulele case and sat on some stairs, starting to play a Melanie Martinez song.

After about two songs, a group of guys walked by. One of them stopped, causing the whole group to pause their walk. The first guy started watching Dmitri, tapping his foot to the beat and smiling. Usually, Dmitri didn't pay people much attention if they stopped and listened, but this time was different. When the song was finished, Dmitri stopped and looked at the group of guys. "Uh, hi there. Got a request?" He asked with a warm smile.

"How about a Twenty One Pilots song?" The guy asked, smiling back. He looked down at the case, noticing there was only a couple dollars and some change. "Not a lot of business?"

"Well, I just started..." Dmitri shrugged. "And I work in that club over there, so I have work..." He mentioned, letting the other know he was just some random homeless guy on the street.

"Okay, club worker, got a name?" The guy asked, smiling more. He started fliddling for something in his pocket.

"It's Dmitri." He responded, looking at the group. They all seemed to be pretty friendly. No one was bugging the guy for stopping and talking, or making fun of Dmitri or the guy.

"Okay, Dmitri, how about you play that Tøp song in the club. It happens to be my favorite, so I'll be there later tonight." The guy stated with a wink. He had pulled out his wallet and palmed a hundred dollar bill into Dmitri's hand. He smiled again and walked away with his small group. Dmitri looked in his hand, then stared at the guy as he walked away. His face was stunned as he watched.