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Jordan, while enjoying the slow burn of the day’s first cigarette, managed to catch something falling out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head just in time to see a shoe fall from the sky and land in the middle of the bombshell’s little group. A shoe. From the air. Well, she wasn’t in Ohio anymore…

Based on the wind and the angle of the shoe’s decent, Jordan traced its trajectory back to its source.



Alright, so she simply looked past the group and saw a dude wearing only one shoe. Let a girl have a little fun, would ya? Jordan made note of the dude, due in part to the beard. So far it seemed like Californian men had more gorgeous facial hair and more free-spirited footwear than the guys back home. Not exactly what she had pictured, but whatever. The blonde, not missing a beat, kicked the shoe back, said a couple things, then left.

She seemed to notice Jordan as she passed, offering a smile and a wave. The tiny redhead returned both before returning to her survey of the cars in the lot. Seriously, there were some nice wheels out there. Not as nice as hers, but hey, not everyone could be so blessed.

“Yo Red, mind if I bum a smoke?”

The voice pierced through Jordan’s inner monologue. She frowned slightly. Red? How dreadfully original. Truly, the creativity of it was overwhelming. Why, Jordan could barely maintain her footing, the urge to swoon growing ever stronger. She turned to face the would-be nicotine poacher. She was met by a taller chick with a tight blonde pixie cut and piercings galore across her face. Her bare arms were covered in tattoos. Back home, this chick probably would have been burned as a witch.

A whistle snapped Jordan out of her thoughts. Seriously, she needed to stop with that.

“Yeah, my eyes are up here.” The blonde gestured to her face. “You can take a picture if ya want, but it’ll cost ya a cig. Whaddya say, we got a deal?”\

Jordan was caught off guard, but found herself laughing after a beat. She nodded as she pulled the pack from her pocket.

“Pfft, yeah alright.” she managed to spit out as she slid the pack open and pushed a stick out towards the blonde. The pierced girl grabbed it and popped it in her mouth. She waited a beat then sighed.

“Alllrriiighhht..am I supposed to light this off your hair or what? C’mon Red, hook a sistah up?”

Jordan rolled her eyes but still found herself chuckling. She pulled out the lighter and started to hand it to the girl, stopping abruptly and swiping it away just as Blondie began to reach for it.

“Enough with this Red crap, okay? It’s Jordan. Jooordaaan. Got it?”

It was the blonde woman’s turn to roll her eyes. She exaggerated a pout before speaking. “Fiiiinnnne. Jooordaaan it is. Now light me?” Satisfied, Jordan grinned widely as she lit the lighter and held it up for the blonde chick to start the cigarette. She took a long drag and held it for a moment for letting it go. “Tyler.” Jordan blinked, not quite catching what the blonde had muttered. She started to ask when the blonde looked at her and repeated herself. “The name’s Tyler. Nice ta meetcha, Red.” Jordan shook her head. It was disgusting cliche, but whatever.

They smoked together for a few, exchanging the usual information. Eventually, though, Tyler glanced down at her phone and swore. She thanked Jordan for the cigarette and started to walk away, but she stopped for a moment and turned back.

“Hey uh...just throwing this out there, but if yer not doing anything tonight, there’s supposed to be this huge party at the Shangri-La. A couple of the toffs are hosting it, so it should be pretty stellar. You should stop by. Anyway, see ya ‘round.”

Jordan didn’t have a chance to respond before Tyler had left. She was missing some crucial elements here, like, where was the Shangri-La? And what time was the party? ...and what was a toff? She blinked a couple times then finished up her cigarette, throwing it to the ground and crushing it under her shoe. Whatever. A party, eh? She hadn’t been much of a partier back home but...no, no, she couldn’t. She had to cover the shift. She was here to learn, not...uh…

She pulled out her phone and opened the message from her coworker. Her thumb hovered over the screen for a moment...then it typed out an excuse before pressing send. To hell with it. She needed to live a little. Have some fun. Like, why even be here if she was just going to go to work, go to class, then go home? This was a Hollywood party. What kind of dweeb would turn that down? Content with her impulsive decision, Jordan headed off to finish some errands she wanted to run.




Wow uh...talk about out of place.

Jordan found her way to the Shangri-La, which for the record, MUCH nicer than anything she’d seen before, and made her way to the rooftop. The atmosphere nearly drowned the poor girl. The guests were for the most part, dressed waaay snazzy. Much more than she, considering she was still wearing the same jeans from earlier that day, ones which had obviously seen better days. She did change her shirt, though. She was wearing a gray t-shirt with the Red Hot Chili Pepper’s red asterisk on the front. Over that she wore a long-sleeved red and blue plaid button-up. But it wasn’t just the clothes. Everything seemed a bit extravagant, at least by her tastes. The little lanterns, for example, seemed to scream classy...or red-light district. And the bar! ...which seemed to be carding. Jordan swore under her breath. That was a bummer. The music was pretty righteous. Not stuff she normally listened to, but it was catchy.

She scanned the roof, looking for Tyler or anyone else familiar. No dice. Maybe she was early? It was Blondie’s fault for not telling her a time. Jordan frowned, but quickly switched back to a pleasant grin as she made her way through the crowd. It was hard to make out specific conversations with the music going as it did, so the tiny girl found herself rendered basically deaf. And her diminutive size made it rather impossible to see over people. So she was blind as well. Fun that. Just as she was making such a shrewd observation, the music cuts off abruptly. The next few notes that rolled out of the speakers had Jordan squeal in glee. She’d know those lyrics anywhere…

Somehow, Jordan found a way out of the maze of people. She ended up right below the stage. That worked. If she couldn’t get a drink, she might as well enjoy some music and dance a little. So she did. She wasn’t the best dancer around, but fun was fun, and Jordan liked fun. So dance to your heart’s content, little ginger.
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Early mornings in Ghost Roasters meant streams of people going in and out with their coffee and only one or two ordering food and needing serving. Basically: a busy hour for the baristas, but a pretty light one for her. Juliette offered time and again to help prepare coffee, but she was absolutely not allowed to touch the expensive espresso machine until she completed her training. It was a ridiculously intense process, but hey, she might get a fifty cent raise afterward! Although, she was pretty sure she already made better coffee than the currently slack-jawed barista staring at something in the back of the café.

Juliette followed his line of sight and realized he was staring at a someone instead, a blonde someone wearing sunglasses, looking like she'd just come out of a photoshoot. Which, considering the typical student enrolled in the university, wasn't at all unlikely. She snapped her fingers a couple of times to get the barista's attention, but it was almost as though he had been utterly bewitched.

"Gawking at the customers probably won't help you not get fired, Bills," Juliette nudged the barista, her elbow connecting sharply with his side. She must have hit harder than she meant because she could have sworn he almost doubled over. Oh no, wait, he was just a wimp.

Billy made an exaggerated disgruntled noise in response, somewhere between a croaky groan and a screeching mewl. "Damnit, Jet, do you not know who that is? That golden haired, statuesque goddess with legs for days and dazzling eyes and--"

"Easy there, boy. You're starting to drool," Juliette cut in, certain he wouldn't have stopped otherwise. But he was right, she didn't actually know who she was. Maybe an actress? She wouldn't know her unless she was in one of the shows or movies available on Netflix. Jet thought she looked more like a model, though. "Try not to be too obvious with your stalkery picture, 'kay?"

"Shut up."

While Billy tried and failed at being surreptitious with his selfie—she snorted when she heard him trying to quietly shoo away the bearded fellow that had walked up to the (probably) model—Juliette took over the front lines, relieving a coworker who needed some relieving of his own in the bathroom. The morning rush had wound down, and only a handful of people remained, some just chatting, others typing away on their laptops. Juliette plastered a winning, high tip-inducing smile on her face and hopped up to the register, reciting her practiced greeting as affably as she could.

"Hey there, what can I get'cha?"

--

Camera lens cradled in hand, Kina had been walking aimlessly around the campus, looking for a moment waiting to be captured. All around him were reunions after summers apart - but they were dry-eyed affairs, with kisses left lingering in the air, and laughters so high and loud they seemed to be noises made for the benefit of those in earshot. And the smiles. Were they all so plastic in Hollywood? Countless times Kina had raised his camera to his eyes, only to peer closer, before fiddling with the zoom function, and unravel a shallow acquaintance masquerading as friendship that would be a sorrow to document. He had put his camera away enough times to be left disappointed - a rare occurrence when the sound of the shutter was only a finger's brush away.

A shadow passed over him, and he glanced up briefly to find himself in the shade of the awning of a coffee shop. Ghost Roasters read the front window decal. There could be no harm in late morning caffeine, and Kina nudged the door open to the faint tinkle of a bell. Joining the milling queue, Kina lowered his head to his camera. With a few taps of the playback button he was looking back at his reap of photos for the day. He scrolled through what he had, hastily brushing away at the delete button when he came across photos that were smeared - blurred - too bright - too dark. Kina was in quiet despair, until he hit at last upon something salvagable.

A squirrel, small body extended in jump. Kina had crossed it, bounding up a branch to pause and sniff at the edge. Staring at the motionless snapshot of the animal, Kina could see it clear as day teetering at a precipice, hesitant but unafraid, for what was there to fear in following its own nature? Even when deliberating its choice, the squirrel hadn't remained still; whiskers still twitched, a tiny heart still beat with the ferocity of a lion's roar beneath thin skin.

And then it had jumped. Leapt, limbs in the air, body arched beneath an unseen hand. A click, and a quiet exhale from Kina, and the squirrel was already skimmying its way down the neighbouring tree, sheepish to have been caught on camera. But within the 4:3 frame of the LCD screen, the squirrel was immortalised.

Looking over it, Kina for the briefest of split seconds could not remember if the squirrel was plummeting to the ground after a fatal misstep, or simply in most glorious flight, basking in avian envy.

"Hey there, what can I get'cha?"

Startling, Kina's head jerked up. A girl with hair that wavered between gold and brown - changing with every shift of her head - was waiting to take an order. His order. The line before him had simply...melted with his thoughts, leaving him standing alone at the counter. Blue eyes stared back at him as he scrambled to pluck himself from his own mind.

"Oh, hi," he weakly managed while stalling the best he could, eyes scanning frantically the menu. "A vanilla Frappuccino please." Quietly, he felt his insides wilt in a way that was none too foreign to him.

"Vanilla Frap? Yum. That'll be three forty, please."

In a desperate attempt to distract himself he glanced around the cafe properly. There were students getting an early start to their studies, intently pecking away at their keyboards or scratching away with pencils gnawed at one end with marks of nervousness and heavy contemplation. Behind the counter, the waitress was moving around, with a grace that seemed familiar. Kina had photographed dancers before, and always loved that their every step was poetry, a choreographed routine as good as a rousing orchestra. His eyes - sharpened keenly by the viewfinder - knew what silent music was, even if his ears and mind did not.

In fact, he had a picture from high school that he had never gotten around to clearing from his SD card. Bringing his camera to chest level, he began to scroll through his album, fingers fumbling to find it buried deep in digital memory. But one scramble sent him from playback to photo-mode, and in an instant of confusion, Kina pressed the shutter and there was a blinding flash.

He looked up in horror, at the waitress he'd inadvertently taken a picture of. His mouth rounded in shock, and then in apology. "I am so sorry!" he sputtered out, aghast at himself. "I - it wasn't meant to do that! I mean - that is - I didn't mean to take a picture of you. I was looking for another photo. Not to say you wouldn't look good in a photograph but - " He stifled a groan. He was damaging the situation beyond repair, but he reined in his mouth only when the worst possible had already been done. He glanced baffled from his camera to the girl. "I'm sorry," he repeated meekly, ducking his head to hastily remove the photo.

The flash had startled Juliette, but the initial confusion that passed over her visage was fleeting. So accidents like this actually happened to some people. She would have stopped him after the first apology if she'd had the foresight to see the downward spiral he set himself upon, but she was sort of glad she didn't. Juliette bit her lip to keep the smile from breaking onto her face and the laughter in its wake spilling from her lips, lest her customer think she was making fun of him. Her eyes twinkled with unrestrained amusement, however, and there was nothing she could do about that.

"It's okay, it's okay," she said as soon as he finished apologizing, voice cracking ever so slightly despite her attempts to appear sympathetic. In hopes of making him feel less uneasy, she brushed off his mishap and offered a cheesy joke in return. "Cameras just love me."

Strangely, the nervous energy dissipated at those words. Kina offered a grimace of a smile, before a tilt took his head to the right, and then the left, as he surveyed the picture. "Although," he said haltingly, quietly, "it isn't too bad." There was something fulfilling about the photo - a story behind it, that this time Kina hadn't meant to shoot. And it was intriguing; before, every tale he'd recorded had been known to him, a memory triggered by sight. But this one - it was unsaid, unseen by Kina. It felt intangible, for he had not known the story behind the picture before seeing the photo itself, but it was most certainly there, even if he hadn't meant it to be.

It was like being an author, and reading a novel from a bookshelf written by another hand after an arduous project. The odd displacement of realising not all craft was yours, and the relief of tension that it was not so. He gazed over the photo, and then glanced up at the waitress, strangely becalmed when immersed in what he was most familiar with. "Would you like to see?" he offered, uncertainly facing the LCD screen to her over the counter.

Juliette nodded, blue eyes alight with unfettered curiosity as she leaned in to take a look. She hadn't considered the photo turning up as anything but a blur. "Guess the camera really does love… me…" She faltered for a fraction of a second, gaze drawn to the sad eyes staring back at her. Her hair had come undone from its loose bun, splaying messily behind her, and her lips were parted, as though she was about to speak only to find the words wouldn't come, kept at bay. Absurdly, a dull pang shot through her heart, but she quickly brushed it away.


It was just that monochrome filter. Black and white photographs always had that effect.

Eager to tear her eyes away from the photo, Juliette sneaked a glance at the photographer instead. The clumsy boy was an interesting sort, not at all the typical patron from Hollywood University. Fresh-faced and wide-eyed, a gentle lilt in his voice hinting at his foreignness, and most distinctive of all, no apparent readiness to socialize, nor any skill at it. Refreshing, that's what it was. Juliette has worked at Ghost Roasters for all of a week, but already she grew tired of overly friendly guys who have never heard of personal space, or the concept of shutting up.

"What did you say about gawking at customers?" Beside her, Billy was smirking as he handed her the freshly blended Frappuccino for some helping of whipped cream, seemingly proud to have thrown her words back at her. He managed to disperse the strange air that clung to her after she had seen the oddly affecting candid, and for that she was thankful.

Billy didn't need to know about it, though. Or about how he was right once again (what a frightening trend this was becoming). It was supposed to be a distraction, but her eyes might as well have been boring holes into the boy. But it wasn't gawking, was it? More like, intensely staring. A stray thought had been nagging at her during Mr. Photographer's awkward dance with words, and it was only now that it became clear. It was those eyes of his, and his tense bearing. Almost like… ah! Like a deer caught in headlights. And not just any deer, either.

"Here's your Frap, Bambi." The thought slipped out before she caught herself, which she effortlessly amended with a casual shrug of her shoulder and a look caught between sheepish and mischievous. He stumbled over his words like Bambi on ice, and she had to bite on her lip to keep from grinning too widely again.

Kina's brows raised slightly at the pseudonym, but he said nothing. He had no protest against it, and returned an equally tentative look, a flush building in his cheeks and warmth spreading up his neck from his heart.

"That was a pretty nice accidental shot, but I think that's mostly thanks to me," Juliette joked in parting. "Makes me wonder what photographs you actually meant to take look like."

The heat spread further. "They are all right," he managed to mutter, and when he tried for another smile, it came more easily, unfurled with less effort and care. "Thank you," he added, and took his drink from the counter, before a thought struck him. "There is a party, I heard." And he recounted the details he had been told and could remember. "Good bye." And he left hastily before his camera could flash one more time.

~~~~~


To say Kina was awestruck when he arrived at the hotel building would have been mild. It was another level of luxury that Kina had not forayed into in the week he had been in this place, and stepping into it dressed in the same plaid shirt and jeans as in the day felt odd. Owed to how he did not blend seamlessly into the support pillars of a wide lobby, with walls and floors and ceilings which gleamed. He was careful to tread across to the elevator without squeaking his sneakers, worn as they were.

As the elevator doors slid slowly open to the frenzied buzz of countless conversations and music thudding from speakers all over, Kina's fingers tightened nervously over the strap of his satchel. He had taken the wrong bus and been delayed long enough that a crowd pulsed as one before him, and penetrating it was no easy task. As he tried to maneuverer his way through the thick of it, he felt elbows in his ribs and shoulders against his upper arms. A pained gasp escaped his mouth, but he bit down on his lip when that turned a sharp head, and pushed on through, murmuring soft apologies lost in the music.

The area around the stage was less crowded, and Kina felt himself breathe again. A boy with dark curls and beard was on the platform, beside what looked like a sound mixer. And in front of the makeshift stage was a girl, fiery locks bouncing behind her as she moved in time with the music.

Kina studied her. Her steps were steady if not the most graceful, and she was light on her feet. Sober, she danced with a carelessness that drew Kina to raise his camera - he was never without it, it would seem - and curl his shoulders into a familiar slouch. He waited, until it seemed to be the right moment, and clicked the shutter button in a twitch of his finger.

He looked down at his camera, breath bated. He had caught the picture just as the girl had moved between a lit lantern and his lens, so that the picture that sprang up on his screen was one of a blacked-out silhouette twisted in dance lined in a yellow glow that shone brightly through the craggly pockets in her frizzy red hair, against the backdrop of the darkening sky. There was no story this time, but the quiet energy of a girl who had been dancing by herself, to music that Kina now could not hear.
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Raquel saw the twins and smiled with a hint of laughter then hugged them both. "You thought I wasn't going to make it or something?" She said then eyed them both when they asked her to sing and looked at her with identical puppy dog eyes. "Awe." She felt their hands touch hers as she felt herself being twirled around. "Oh, you guys." She rolled her eyes than placed her hands on both of their cheeks. "Of course I will sing for you guys." A brow of hers then raised when Julio asked about Cece. She shrugged her shoulders while looking at them both. "I do not know but I must go and practice my scales before performing. See you guys." She walked off after blowing each one of them a kiss.

She felt alive already before even stepping on the stage. She went to a well secluded area and started harmonizing her vocals with the scales then wondered what song she was going to sing. A slight smirk came over her face as she thought about it then breathed in and out before going up to the DJ, who name was Jack, or at least she hoped. She leaned in closer towards him and whispered. "Hey, mind if I steal your thunder for a moment?" She asked and how could he say no to her - A royal, basically.

Raquel went to the microphone, which of course screech but she giggled into it. "Sorry. How are you guys doing tonight?!" She'd wait until the applause died down before continuing. "That's good. I know we're mingling with the rich and the poor here tonight and I must say..." She paused with a breath before speaking up again. "It feels good, am I right?" Again, the whole cheered but of course, you had some idiots and assholes that booed. "Anyways, I have the perfect song to sing and if this awesome DJ will back me up, I'd surely appreciate it." Raquel walked over and gave him a CD then waited until he'd hit play.

When the music started, she danced a bit from side to side then started her own variation of Nonono's - Pumpin' Blood. Everyone in the crowd seemed to be enjoying her performance. She even took the mic off of the stand then walked through the crowds, dancing with random people then went back up onto the stage and ended the song. She chuckled then gleamed with excitement as she got back onto the mic. "Enjoy this fabulous party everyone!" She walked off of the stage even though most of the crowd was chanting encore and went over towards the bar, again but this asking for water from a bottle. She grabbed her bottled water and took a long sip from it, trying to catch her breath.
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Skylar Collins III


Arriving in the gymnasium in a pair of black jeans, a white T, white and blue vans, and his favorite grey sweater, Skylar took a seat near the door and listened on to the headmaster speak. Nothing’s changed. Skylar thought, his soft green eyes looking at the those who were in the gymnasium.

Every single one of the rich kids laughed. They all laughed on the mention of the “poor” kids, like it was something shameful. There was nothing funny about it. All of them -- Skylar included -- worked hard to get there and they were all just laughing it up as if it wasn’t hurtful.

Even though the laughing was shared with the cheering, Skylar wasn’t cheering. He couldn’t cheer. That would bring attention to him. He didn’t want that. He hated being in crowds. He hated how nervous and anxious he got when people surrounded him. He would give anything to retire to his dorm and take his classes from his laptop. But that wasn’t an option. The classes could only be taken within the rooms. Skylar would just have to get used to it, despite what he felt about crowds as a whole.

Eventually when the headmaster finished his speech, everyone started to situate themselves out of their seats. Skylar tried to be one of the first ones out of there. The quicker he was away from those crowds, the quicker he’d be able to retire to the solitude of his dorm. However, as fate would have it, that wouldn’t be so easy.

Combined with the rush of students trying to do as he was trying to, Skylar would soon find himself in earshot of some of the conversations going on, especially one Asian-looking fellow -- possibly Korean or Japanese -- announced to the students within the parking lot that there was a party at the fancy hotel called the Shangri-La.

Instantly, Skylar waved it off. Parties weren’t his scene. Besides, there were too many people that seemed excited for it -- people that he really didn’t get a good vibe from. There was one right off the bat that he felt wasn’t a nice person. He didn’t know the name of this person, but he could spot her right away. She was the one that had a strut only the queen bees had. This one of supposed Caucasian skin and of black hair, dressed in purple. Yes, this one Skylar knew he had to stay away from. If not cause she seemed like the girls that tormented Skylar at his high school, then for the pure fact that she looked rich and most -- if not all -- of the rich people were laughing.

“I’m just going to go to Lily’s. I don’t need to be here any longer..” Skylar said lowly to and only himself.




After orientation and after he got all that he needed for clases and of course after he finished his first round of classes, Skylar spent about an hour collectively on the bus and walking to his sister’s studio apartment. It wasn’t that far from the school, but it was nowhere near close. Considering that the university was in the rich part of Hollywood, Skylar had to take a long bus route to his sister’s place. Still it was worth it to see her.

Turning a corner, Skylar came to a flight of stairs. He took them three floors until he came to his sister’s door. He used the key she had given him and walked it. To his delight, there was Lillian, sitting on the couch watching some TV.

She had always been beautiful. There was no doubt about that. All his life growing up -- especially when he would bring his friends over to the house when they all lived together -- Skylar would constantly get told that his sister was hot. This, of course, was from his friends, but even the neighbors and his teachers would echo his friends. “she’s gorgeous,” they would say, “she’s the perfect student. She’s graceful, vibrant, charming, and is the girl next door.” All of these things he heard from various people, Skylar couldn’t help but feel that he was overshadowed by her. He didn’t feel jealous of his sister. He respected her greatly and loved her most out of all of his siblings. The feeling was mutual as she let him crash on her couch during the summer break.

“Oh, Skye,” Lily said, turning her head seeing her brother, “you’re home early.” She said.

Skylar nodded as he took a seat next to her, the cushion bouncing lightly, dust clouds flying everywhere.

“Something the matter?” Lily inquired. Her brother seemed off about something.

“It’s nothing..” He gloomily said, head slouched.

Lily made him face her as she forced his head to hers. “What’s wrong?” she inquired again.

“I said it’s nothing,” He snapped back at Lily, causing a raised eyebrow of concern.

Lily made a noise that hinted to worry.

Skylar sighed, “listen, don’t worry. I just don’t feel like talking about it.” He said, revealing minimal reasons why he was in a mood.

Lily smiled lightly. It wasn’t much, but at least he wasn’t in a depressing mood. At least, to her knowledge he wasn’t.

Getting up, Skylar walked to the kitchen to grab something out of the fridge. He looked for a moment and saw a bottle of water. He popped the cap off and started to take moderate sips.

“So, how’s it feel to be a college man?” Lily asked, trying to at least know more about her brother’s day.

Skylar simply shrugged and said nothing.

“Oh come on, nothing?” She asked, “usually there’s some big party on the night of orientation.” She told Skylar. What she said was true.

Even for Lily’s college days, there were wild parties. But the wildest one she remembered was that on the night of her orientation. Ah, she could remember like it was yesterday. Bars full of liquor of all kinds; music playing as loud as the speakers would allow; people dancing to the beats and getting down with each other. If only she could go back and relive those days. Oh what she wouldn’t give to do it just once.

“There is, but…” Skylar’s voice trailed off nervously.

"But what?"

“It’s at a hotel and all the rich kids are going to be there."
“What hotel?"

“Shangri-La.”

Lily’s eyes lit up with estatic joy, a scream of pure excitement and jealousy muffled the sounds that came from the Tv. “You have to go.” She demanded of Skylar.

“I do?” He asked confusingly.

‘YES! That’s thee party to go to.” Lilian said, more excited for Skylar than he was.

She was over the moon for this party and she wasn’t even going. Hell, Skylar wasn’t even sure he was going. He thought he’d just enjoy a nice time with his sister and forget that he overheard that party and where it was located. “But what if I don’t want to?” He asked, suggesting that he didn’t want to go.

“Out of the question,” Lily refused to allow her brother skipping the party, “You’re going. End of discussion.”

“bu--fine.” He admitted defeat.

“Now go put on some nice clothes. You’re going to enjoy that party. You’re going to live it up like it’s 2015.”



“I can’t believe she made me go. This is going to suck,” Skylar murmured as he arrived at the hotel.

Boy was the hotel something magical. The sheer size of the building was at least fifty stories high, perhaps a few higher than that. There was a certain danger that spoke about the hotel. I am the epicenter of the rich, it would say if it could speak. Do not abuse me, it would say also. Skylar was just in awe, but he still went inside, following the trail of dressed-up teens into an elevator. All of them were dressed over-priced ties and jeans, watches that had more value than Skylar’s life ten-times over, and shoes that seemed to be fashion designer-make.

Everything about those who were in the elevator was everything that Skylar wasn’t. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans that cost no more than the ten dollars he made from his last album sale and a light blue T-shirt that he bought from the Thrift Shop down the corner from his sister’s apartment. Over it, a dark teal blazer that was the most expensive thing he owned. At retail, it would cost around twenty-five dollars. His shoes were a pair of black dress shoes that he picked up from a friend of his before he moved to Hollywood. And strapped over one shoulder and on his back, despite his sister’s objections, Skylar had brought his guitar. It was within its black case. He didn’t care what she said. He wouldn’t go there without it.

Reaching the top, already he could feel his body shaking out of fear and nervousness. So many people and all of them dressed like they just came out a dolce and cabana gift store. What was he going to do? Skylar was so out of his comfort zone. Nobody around seemed like they would take care to notice him. None of them were paying any mind to his arrival and why should they? He was a nobody -- an invisible wall of skinny flesh who just so happened to have a guitar over his shoulder. That was the only thing noticeable about him. Not his long, brown hair and surely not his stubble. Even his eyes weren’t getting any attention.

Skylar didn’t want to purposely get any attention to himself either. So, to avoid that, he found himself a spot near the edge of the roof. He leaned against the ledge and looked down. Something about the night air mixed with the sounds of the music was setting the mood right for a peaceful and solitude-filled night for Skylar. As long as no one came over, everything would be alright.
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