Page 2 of Flung

Chapter Two

Colton

“Look, I really don’t care what it takes to get the fire marshal’s approval. If he needs money, pay him. If we have to move down the beach a little, fine. But we’re having this party, and that’s the end of it.”

I sighed, taking a sip of my beer as the man on the other end of the line started to stammer. Something about maximum capacity, and other events on the beach the same night.

I didn’t care.

“Listen,” I interrupted. “The party is going to happen, on that night, at the time we have scheduled. I don’t care who you have to pay to make that happen, got it?”

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and looked. My assistant, Max, stood behind me. She was tall, her hair cut short, too butch for my tastes.

And she was really serious. Which, for a personal assistant, worked out well.

“It’s almost time for your set. You’ve got about five minutes.”

I gave her a thumbs-up. “Cool. Thanks.” I turned away again, speaking into the phone. “Look. I gotta go. Get me the permits before I call you back, got it?”

I hung up without letting him argue.

“These people give me a goddamn headache, Max.”

She nodded. “Well. It’s time to perform, and I know that always helps. Enjoy it.”

I would.

I always did.

I opened my office door and stepped out into the area behind the bar. It was packed. The whole club was stuffed full of people. The lights were bright, music loud. The pool was full of gorgeous girls in skimpy bikinis.

This was what I lived for.

I wove through the crowd toward the stage. The other DJ saw me coming and waved, leaning in toward the mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, don’t worry, I may be off for the night, but the party isn’t stopping! I’m about to turn you over to one of the greatest DJs in Miami, so dance like you mean it!”

The crowd erupted into cheers.

We switched places.

I plugged my headphones into the computer and leaned over the mic. “How’s everybody tonight?”

The crowd went wild again, screaming and cheering.

I laughed.

It never got old.

“I’m DJ Pike, and I’ll get you through the rest of tonight. No going home until they shut us down, right?”

They managed to scream even louder.

I grinned. “Let’s kick it off right! Welcome to Spring Break 2019!”

I started my first track. On the dance floor, people started to move, dancing enthusiastically.

I didn’t hate the business side of things, but this was definitely what I loved.

I threw myself into it, mixing tracks together and setting up a series of high-energy songs for people to dance to.

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