Ghungroo - The Siren Call of Lovers (#1 - Completed)

Chapter 9 - Oh, Mr Deejay!

As promised, another chapter tonight.

Song Credit- "Starry-Eyed Surprise" by Paul Oakenfold (ft Shifty Shellshock)

Chapter 9

I make it just in time for my meeting with Siphewe in the media room which is thankfully, only a short walk from my dormitory building.

The university is set in a beautiful, natural landscape. It is built on the slopes of Devil's peak mountain and has a deep sense of old history and learning. I love the green ivy that clings to the old stone walls and the huge columns that stand guard at the entrance of grand and ornate buildings. The shadow that the mountain casts over the place also means that it is cool in summer.

I spot Sips busy at one of the tables setting up his laptop and some equipment.

"Hey, Sips," I say greeting him and coming over to the table. I'm a little bit out of breath from walking so fast to make it here on time.

"Hey, La." He comes over and gives me a hug. "I missed you."

"Seriously, Sips? You saw me on Monday."

"Yeah, way too long, babycakes." He knows I hate this name, but he loves getting a reaction from me. "You bring the music with you?"

"Of course, I did." I open my satchel and take out the memory stick. "I copied the songs in the right sequence like you said and for the correct amount of time. Up to you now to do your thing and sync them together."

"Sounds good. Let's have a listen."

He takes the memory stick and loads it onto his laptop. He pulls out a chair and I sit down next to him. He plugs earphones into his computer portal and gives me the left one while he takes the right for himself. We both fit the plugs into our ears and grin foolishly at each other. We probably look ridiculous right now but we really don't care.

Siphewe hits play on his computer and the music starts.

We listen in silence to my selection of music. Beautiful notes of the sitar filter out. Sips raps his fingers lightly on the table getting a feel for the music.

I met Sips one evening at a nightclub in Longstreet. He was the resident deejay there at the time. He was on a break and I was sitting at a table in the corner watching people dance. It was one of those rare occasions that Tina had managed to convince me to join her, yet as soon as we got there, she hooked up with some guy and was busy grinding up to him on the dance floor for most of the evening. I didn't mind though. She was having fun and I was happy to be soaking up some good tunes.

Sips had casually taken the seat across from me and smiled. He is gorgeous, especially when he smiles. Even white teeth flashing against a deep, mocha-toned skin.

He has that hunky, nerdy look going on for himself. He is totally bald, opting to go for the clean shaven look with a killer goatee that he keeps sharp and trimmed. He is built well, not too bulky, but firm. He has a thing for tattoos and black, solid edged tattoos run up both his arms. Black rimmed glasses complete his sexy look.

"Want to see my private box?" he had asked.

I had no idea what he meant. In all honesty it sounded a bit pervy and I was already irritated that he had invited himself to sit with me without asking first.

I was about to turn away and give him the cold shoulder, when I saw him point towards the deejay box on the first floor. Then it hit me. He was the house deejay here. I'd been wondering about that deep, raspy, Barry-White type of voice ever since getting there.