IMAGINE... d.l.

Caught In Your Aftershock

(in which you are a DJ and you meet Demi at the club you work at)

As soon as you pick up the microphone, the crowd below starts screaming, a giant wave of noise crashing into you. "Yo, yo, yo!" you yell in the microphone. "What's up, everyone?! Y'all havin' fun?!"  The crowd screams and cheers in answer. "I can't fucking hear y'all!" you yell which makes the crowd scream even louder. you laugh, feeling drunk on it. "This is a little something I came up with a few days ago. Let me know how y'all like it." With that, you put your headphones on, one off of your ear in order to hear if people ask for requests or your boss calls me, and start rubbing the records in front of you, feeling hot even though your jacket is off.

You work as a DJ in a club called "XO". You've been working as a DJ hear for about close to a year. You love your job. You love the music, the drinks, the flashing lights. It also pays good money. There are a lot of clubs here in LA, but none of them would take you and you were about to give up until some guy, who's your boss now, called me saying that he heard one of your tracks that you uploaded onto SoundCloud and asked you if you wanted a job as a DJ at his club. So here you are.

You swing your hair out of your face as you finish off your track and the crowd screams, applause and cheers floating around the room. You bow and throw them a peace sign before you let another DJ you work with take it over and head over to the bar for my break. You sit down on the stool, putting on your spiked snapback that you had to take off in order for the headphones to fit over your head. You order a strawberry martini and wait for your drink, playing on you phone and checking your nails for any dirt or chipped nail polish.

That's when you hear someone's voice say, "You were really good out there", on my left. You swivel around and nearly topple right out of your chair.

Demi Lovato is sitting right next to me, sweaty and gorgeous with a big smile on her face. Her hair is dark red and curled perfectly and framing her beautiful face. Her forehead is beaded with sweat, her eyelids smoky and sexy, bringing out the brown in her eyes. Her lips are red and she has a pierced nostril, the diamond stud glittering in the lights along with the hoops hanging from her ears. She's wearing a leopard-printed dress that stops mid-thigh with the kind of straps that cross over each other to the back, showing off her cleavage and the dress sort of rides up when she sits. She has golden bracelets on her left wrist with a golden cross ring on her right hand, covering two fingers, her nails painted red along with her toe nails that peek out of her open-toed black high heels. She looks sexy and classy at the same time. 'Unlike me,' you think, with your black muscle tee that you tied into a knot because of the heat, skinny jeans with rips at the knees, spiked high heels, and spiked snapback.

You swallow, suddenly at lost for words. You're sitting next to Demi fucking Lovato! One of your many female crushes. You are a full-on 21-year-old lesbian and single. You've had a lot of girls flirt with you during your year DJing at this club and you've had some "fun" back at either their place, your place which is an apartment, or in the bathroom stalls. It was fun at the time, but you want an actual relationship. A real commitment. But it hasn't happened yet.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when Demi suddenly snaps her fingers in front of your face. "Hello? You okay?"

"S-Sorry," you say, already hot with embarrassment. Dear God, you just embarrassed myself in front of Demi Lovato and it hasn't even been 1 minute yet.

She laughs lightly, making you heart beat faster. "It's cool."

"It's just...I really like your music," you say with a laugh. "I like you in general." Then you blush deeply. "Fuck, that was stupid. Sorry."