electronic [martin garrix] - REWRITING

two.

"I didn't see much. His face was well covered and our confrontation didn't last more than thirty seconds." I said then I watched Hugo translate it to the French police officer that came with a small team to investigate. The officer nodded at Hugo, wrote something down, nodded at me and then said something to Hugo. Hugo responded and the officer left us. I listened to the jingle of his keys as Hugo led him out.

"What did he say?" I inquired, biting my lip.

"He said the least we can do is find out what got stolen." He answered. "But so far, I don't think anything's missing."

"What if it was just a crazy fan?" I suggested.

"But my fans wouldn't do anything like that," he said. "At least I don't think so."

"Honestly, how would you know?" I said, leaning against the window where the guy jumped out of. "Maybe you've acquired a new fanbase. I mean, you have been rising up the charts lately."

"I don't even know anymore." he said. "At least nothing's missing." He then took out his phone suddenly, looking at who's calling.

"Is it management?" I asked.

"No." He shook his head with a smile. "Excuse me, I have to take this."

I nodded and looked outside the window once more. I went up the steps, into my room and got Hugo's laptop. He actually has two; one for the music editing and performing and the other for personal use. He doesn't use his personal as much, though, but now I do. Turning it on, I typed into the search box: 'Amsterdam Music Festival'

It was where we were going and the first festival that I actually get to go to. But I won't be going there for fun. As soon as we arrive in the Netherlands, the management would be rushing to sign me in, and then my real work would begin.

I looked through the event venue; event time, event setlist, but what caught my eye were the Dutch DJs. According to DJmag, four out of the top five DJs of the world were Dutch. They have quite a reputation. I knew the management would supply me with more reliable information but at least now I have established a basis early.

Suddenly Hugo burst into the room with an ecstatic look on his face. "We're sharing my jet with Dillon."

"Francis?" I sat up, confused.

"No, the Pope." He rolled his eyes. "Yes, Dillon Francis!"

He looked around the room frantically then he threw his phone on the bed, nearly hitting me as he bent and pulled a luggage bag from a closet and began stuffing it with clothes. He paused. "Oh yeah, and change of plans. We're leaving tonight so get packing."

"Wait, what?" I stood, gaping at him. "Like right now?"

"Yes." He answered, stepping back to look at what he had stuffed in his bag.

"But Paris." I sighed, closing the Mac and shoving it in the sling bag I had.

"Hey," Hugo said, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "We'll come back soon enough."

"Yeah, okay." I smiled. "But you have to take me on a tour of France once we do."

"Agreed." He said as he zipped his bag up and went to his bathroom to change into different clothes.

I got some things needed for the flight (phone, earphones, camera and charger) and put them in the bag as well. Hugo got out clad in a printed shirt, jeans and Nikes. He looked pretty good but I couldn't be bothered to change so I stuck with what I was wearing. Which was an Arctic Monkeys shirt and jean shorts, they weren't that suitable for a trip but they were comfortable enough.