- Music or Movement? - (No Straight Roads x Reader Oneshots)

Best Day Of My Life - DJ Subatomic Supernova

Art is my own. This is what the reader's outfit and such looks like. Change the hair-length in your head if it isn't the same length as your own.

The club was packed with both people and noise. The music flowing freely, uninterrupted by human speech. I sat there watching the people sway their bodies to the melody, synced in the overlapping rhythm coming from the metronome within. The bass shook my entire body in a soothing and almost peaceful way.

Almost.

The vibrations were beginning to tickle my skin irritatingly, starting to cause an itch. Leaning forwards I stood up, feeling my weight set into my toes. Being on an elevated platform, standing up made people turn to me and smile. I might not be as good as the Dj but I seemed to have my own small fan-base. I waved, earning their joyous screams. It doesn't bother me as much as it used to. I always thought that I was doing something wrong or that my face really was that hideous to them. Because of that, I had started to wear a hat to cover my face, obstructing the glaring spotlights from ripping into my face. Then people thought of it as my iconic outfit and structured my image as the 'pilot musician', not that I minded. It was quite nice to not have all the decisions be made by me.

Being a part of NSR - the newest member - meant that I played music. Despite EDM being my main genre, I liked to dabble in other styles too. Orchestra and Dubstep were forms that I enjoyed to submerge myself in, but in all honesty, I personally would always choose the beat coming from the DJ set behind me.

The crowd was beginning to focus their attention on me, waiting for the reason why I had stood up. Turning away from the cat eyes staring me down I decided to stand next to the Dj.

Subatomic Supernova.

I became quick friends with him when we met (well, not the exact moment we met). I had bought the Privilege Pass at one of his concerts giving me the opportunity to talk to him. The main reason I spent my money on a conversation was to get an opinion. His opinion. I was in my fifth year of creating music (all of which had never been published) and wished to hear the personal criticism from the man who inspired me to compose. I brought with me only what I had deemed my utmost best and the small crumbled ball called my self worth and confidence. That night was the worst and best day of my life. The DJ destroyed my confidence as a music artist and a human being. He flat out told me that 'my music lacked any base and was only a skeleton tune. It was as if I had been sitting there all my life building upon nothing, but my own idea of what good music was and had never heard a single person's thoughts about my work.' In short, he was right. I spent those years doing exactly as he said (Well, almost to the line. My neighbors either told me 'you're doing great sweetie!' or 'Turn That Noise Down!')

I broke down to the floor in tears, melting into a pathetic sobbing mess in front of my idol. No amount of 'sorry' could have saved me from the embarrassment I had become. What had saved me was the fact that I only approached the DJ after everyone had left and that Supernova was a kinder person than his first words painted him as. He seemed to not really know what to do with me at first so he just put his hand in my hair. That alone calmed me down. Obviously the self-isolation had made me a touch starved moron and that left me sniffling under his contact. Trying to fix the situation he would make small remarks like "You still have a ways to learn but learn you can." and "A skeleton is just that. A skeleton. All you have to do is add the meat of the song." It was sweet, honestly. His voice grounding me to that moment and holding onto my glass frame. What made it also the best day of my life was the fresh page DJ Subatomic Supernova turned me to.