Negative [On Hold]
Feisty
Remix's POV
Lights flashing everywhere. Music blasting so loud the walls vibrate. Alcohol in every drink. And stupidity running through every person here. I might be part of that stupidity. I'm the person blasting the music and controlling the lights. Every night, I watch relationships end, start, and go on.
I'm the DJ at the best club in England called Crazed. I've been working here ever since it opened because I'm best friends with the owner. Jay Madison came here to open a club and she was kind of lonely and needed help. So I helped her out. Of course the tattoos and piercings scared her, but then we became friends. Now she has a few tattoos of her own and has nose piercing. Guess I rubbed off her.
"Remix!" Jay yells. No one ever calls me by my real name anymore. I'm so used to be called Remix, I hate my real name. I don't tell anyone my name anymore. I think Jay is the only one who knows my name besides my family.
"Sup!" I nod at her slide the headphones to my neck.
"Liam's here," She says and points to the VIP section. It's easier to see things up in my booth so I see Liam with ease. My booth is upstairs from the floor, but the wall facing the dance floor is glass. I hated the drunk guys who wanted to lay me so I got her to build this. That and it's easier to hear people's requests in here. The walls absorb some sound so the music isn't as loud inside my booth.
"Can you take control for a sec while I talk to him?” I ask and she nods. “BRB.” I open the door and run down the stairs. I push past the drunks to one of my best friends. I met while Liam working at the club. He was requesting a song and then sparked up and conversation. His tattoos and piercing don’t match him sometimes, but other times it works. He’s part of a gang here and today he’s introducing me.
I’m not sure who’s gang he’s a part of. There’s about ten gangs here since it’s a big city. The most infamous one is the Kobras. I know it’s spelled incorrectly (unless you’re thinking Mortal Kombat), but they thought it looked cooler. It’s ran by Harry Styles. Whoever that is. He hasn’t come here yet so I have no idea who he is, but I do know who his rival is. Dekker Blake runs their rival gang the Vipers. What’s with the snake names? Dunno. Kind of cliché if you ask me.
“Yo Liam!” I yell over the music when I see him hanging with another tattooed boy. This one obviously bleached his hair since I can see his brown roots. He turns and smiles.
“Remix!” He opens his arms and wraps me in a hug. “Who’s running the music if you’re here.”
“Jay,” I reply. “She’s one of the few people I trust with my system.” He laughs and motions me to sit down with him. I take a seat next to him and face the bleached blond in the booth. “Hey. I’m Remix, the DJ here.” I hold out my hand and offer a smile. I’m nice to everyone unless you piss my off. If you piss me off, I’ll rip your head off. I only treat people how they deserve to be treated by their actions.
“Niall, Liam’s friend,” He says. “He’s told us a lot about you and your friend, Jay. You have a great taste in music, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I smile. “So who else did you come with?” I look around the VIP room to see some people I’ve never seen.
“Our close friends,” Liam responds. “Want me to introduce you?” I shrug. “C’mon.” He ushers me out of the booth and takes me to a group of people I’ve never seen around here. “Hey guys, this is the other friend I was talking about. Remix, this is Zayn, Perrie, Eleanor, and Louis. Where’s Harry?”
“Getting drinks,” Zayn says wrapping an arm around Perrie. “Nice to meet you Remix.”
“Same,” I nod. “So, how are you guys liking the club. Jay and I have worked hard making this place number one.” It took us a year to get to the top and it takes a lot to keep it like that. Crazed is the best club in England thanks to Jay’s efforts and my taste in music. We’re an unstoppable pair.
“You’re the DJ, right?” Eleanor asks and I nod. “Who’s running the music?”
“Jay,” I say. “I’m surprised she hasn’t broken into a panic for not knowing what to do. Speaking of, I should be heading back. Jay handles the money and I handle the tech.”
“You’re welcome to handle me anytime you want.”
I groan and roll my eyes. Perv. “Harry!” Liam smirks and turns me around. The guy easily towers me by, say, five inches. He has one of the bartenders with him with a platter of drinks. I believe his name is Tyler. We hired him like four months ago and a sweet ladies’ man. Which is why we hired. “This is Remix.”
“I’m Harry Styles,” He smirks and motions Tyler forward. “Leader of the Kobras.” So this is the infamous Harry Styles. Not as intimidating as I imagined.
“Remix, DJ and manager of the club,” I say with an attitude.
“Feisty,” He smirks. “Just the way I like them. You’re my type.”
“Too bad you’re not mine,” I say. “I prefer guys that aren’t ill-advised simpletons that lack repute for woman.” That’s right. This bitch is smart. “I honestly couldn’t care less who you are. This is my place and I can kick you out if you disrespect me.” I shrug to a pissed off Harry and turn to a very amused Liam. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“What did she just call me?” Harry asks as I walk away.
“A stupid idiot that doesn’t have respect for women,” Eleanor responds. “I like that girl.”
Like I said, I treat people by their actions. Harry sounded like a douche so I was a bitch to him. It’s how I work.
Lights flashing everywhere. Music blasting so loud the walls vibrate. Alcohol in every drink. And stupidity running through every person here. I might be part of that stupidity. I'm the person blasting the music and controlling the lights. Every night, I watch relationships end, start, and go on.
I'm the DJ at the best club in England called Crazed. I've been working here ever since it opened because I'm best friends with the owner. Jay Madison came here to open a club and she was kind of lonely and needed help. So I helped her out. Of course the tattoos and piercings scared her, but then we became friends. Now she has a few tattoos of her own and has nose piercing. Guess I rubbed off her.
"Remix!" Jay yells. No one ever calls me by my real name anymore. I'm so used to be called Remix, I hate my real name. I don't tell anyone my name anymore. I think Jay is the only one who knows my name besides my family.
"Sup!" I nod at her slide the headphones to my neck.
"Liam's here," She says and points to the VIP section. It's easier to see things up in my booth so I see Liam with ease. My booth is upstairs from the floor, but the wall facing the dance floor is glass. I hated the drunk guys who wanted to lay me so I got her to build this. That and it's easier to hear people's requests in here. The walls absorb some sound so the music isn't as loud inside my booth.
"Can you take control for a sec while I talk to him?” I ask and she nods. “BRB.” I open the door and run down the stairs. I push past the drunks to one of my best friends. I met while Liam working at the club. He was requesting a song and then sparked up and conversation. His tattoos and piercing don’t match him sometimes, but other times it works. He’s part of a gang here and today he’s introducing me.
I’m not sure who’s gang he’s a part of. There’s about ten gangs here since it’s a big city. The most infamous one is the Kobras. I know it’s spelled incorrectly (unless you’re thinking Mortal Kombat), but they thought it looked cooler. It’s ran by Harry Styles. Whoever that is. He hasn’t come here yet so I have no idea who he is, but I do know who his rival is. Dekker Blake runs their rival gang the Vipers. What’s with the snake names? Dunno. Kind of cliché if you ask me.
“Yo Liam!” I yell over the music when I see him hanging with another tattooed boy. This one obviously bleached his hair since I can see his brown roots. He turns and smiles.
“Remix!” He opens his arms and wraps me in a hug. “Who’s running the music if you’re here.”
“Jay,” I reply. “She’s one of the few people I trust with my system.” He laughs and motions me to sit down with him. I take a seat next to him and face the bleached blond in the booth. “Hey. I’m Remix, the DJ here.” I hold out my hand and offer a smile. I’m nice to everyone unless you piss my off. If you piss me off, I’ll rip your head off. I only treat people how they deserve to be treated by their actions.
“Niall, Liam’s friend,” He says. “He’s told us a lot about you and your friend, Jay. You have a great taste in music, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I smile. “So who else did you come with?” I look around the VIP room to see some people I’ve never seen.
“Our close friends,” Liam responds. “Want me to introduce you?” I shrug. “C’mon.” He ushers me out of the booth and takes me to a group of people I’ve never seen around here. “Hey guys, this is the other friend I was talking about. Remix, this is Zayn, Perrie, Eleanor, and Louis. Where’s Harry?”
“Getting drinks,” Zayn says wrapping an arm around Perrie. “Nice to meet you Remix.”
“Same,” I nod. “So, how are you guys liking the club. Jay and I have worked hard making this place number one.” It took us a year to get to the top and it takes a lot to keep it like that. Crazed is the best club in England thanks to Jay’s efforts and my taste in music. We’re an unstoppable pair.
“You’re the DJ, right?” Eleanor asks and I nod. “Who’s running the music?”
“Jay,” I say. “I’m surprised she hasn’t broken into a panic for not knowing what to do. Speaking of, I should be heading back. Jay handles the money and I handle the tech.”
“You’re welcome to handle me anytime you want.”
I groan and roll my eyes. Perv. “Harry!” Liam smirks and turns me around. The guy easily towers me by, say, five inches. He has one of the bartenders with him with a platter of drinks. I believe his name is Tyler. We hired him like four months ago and a sweet ladies’ man. Which is why we hired. “This is Remix.”
“I’m Harry Styles,” He smirks and motions Tyler forward. “Leader of the Kobras.” So this is the infamous Harry Styles. Not as intimidating as I imagined.
“Remix, DJ and manager of the club,” I say with an attitude.
“Feisty,” He smirks. “Just the way I like them. You’re my type.”
“Too bad you’re not mine,” I say. “I prefer guys that aren’t ill-advised simpletons that lack repute for woman.” That’s right. This bitch is smart. “I honestly couldn’t care less who you are. This is my place and I can kick you out if you disrespect me.” I shrug to a pissed off Harry and turn to a very amused Liam. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“What did she just call me?” Harry asks as I walk away.
“A stupid idiot that doesn’t have respect for women,” Eleanor responds. “I like that girl.”
Like I said, I treat people by their actions. Harry sounded like a douche so I was a bitch to him. It’s how I work.
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10/7/14