In this new life of mine (open)

[Kamillia Engel]

Kamillia walked into the club, she was nervous, and excited at the same time. This was her first gig as a DJ, she felt the butterflies swirl in her stomach as she walked through the crowd and into the back stage. Tonight felt like it was going to be a good night; she could feel it as she walked through the crowd. There were people dancing to the music that was already playing, there were people at the bar sipping on drinks, and people at tables reading, or on a device such as a cell phone or laptop. There was this calm and serene feeling coming off the crowd; Kam could feel it in every part of her body. That feeling helped calm her nerves, but she still had that swirl of butterflies in her stomach. She wondered if she would need to buy a drink to help her calm down even more. She was hesitant with that urge to buy a drink however; she did not want that to become a ritual before a show. She’d rather buy a drink because she wants to than buy a drink to suppress a negative feeling.


Walking into the backstage Kamillia set her equipment down on a couch. The couch was against the very back wall in the backstage room. Kam had to stop and wonder if every backstage had a couch or if it was just this club. The thought passed quickly as she looked toward the stage, she would spend the next couple hours DJing on that stage. Was she ready for it? Did she really have a good feeling for this? Did she know what she was even doing? These questions ran through her mind, she wasn’t sure how to answer them, she didn’t even think she could answer them until she got up onto the stage and started performing.


Kamillia walked onto the stage, the curtain was closed so she could set up in private, and this was something that she had requested. Kam didn’t want everyone staring at her as she got ready. She didn’t want people to judge her that fast, or before she even started DJing. Looking around, she tried to get a feel for the stage, it was small, which was expected not only because it was a club but because she’s been in this club before and have seen the stage many times. Kamillia gave a heavy sigh as she walked away from the stage to the backstage area. Looking around to find someone who could help her set up, she didn’t feel completely comfortable doing it on her own. If she screwed up then maybe she could have a second person to balance that out by correcting her. Kamillia saw someone at a small table which seemed to have some different types of drinks and food. She walked up behind the person and tapped them on their shoulder, "excuse me? Can you by any chance help me set up?"

[Jayson Kline]

To say Jayson was a douche to other people would be a blatant lie; to say he accepted everyone with open arms the same. Jayson was Jayson, a twenty-two year old college student who was living the life inside of a shell and no contact with the outside world ever since the day his parents stopped talking to him. Well, outside of the occasional letter from his father telling him to keep up his studies and that he'd maybe get somewhere in his world despite his 'situation'. Receiving those letters was good for only one thing: Jayson actually wanting to act out instead of keeping everything in.

Yes he was studying, but not because he wanted to help his mother, or because he wanted to make his father proud. He knew what they had done to him- they made him into a studious young man with no social skills at all, he blamed them harshly for that even though he had never told them.

Right now he was doing what someone else told him though. Rayne, she had told him to go out more, talk to people and try to get over his fear of.. whatever it was that held him back. Maybe he figured that everyone was like those letters his dad sent- no real content and all about ordering people around.

So he sat there, staring at the cellphone he had bought with the money he'd gotten from tutoring and still found himself looking over the notes he had written down on his phone. Sure the screen was small, but he was able to read it clearly enough as it hovered in front of him, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the words, only using his own fingers to scroll if he needed to.

Now this might not have seemed like a big deal, but to Jay it was a major step forward. He never quite got the appeal of having a phone and never carried one with him, the number one contributing factor here being that he never got called anyway. So to finally have one and use it (albeit for his studies) was a big deal to him. He was out of his house and among people, even if he didn't talk to anyone he could count it as a win.

But then he got a tap on the shoulder and he quickly unfurled his arms, slowly willing his phone to enter his open palm. Jay turned around and saw the girl speaking for the first time, and being the social enigma that he was he instantly compared her to Rayne- a girl long gone.

''Yes.'' He replied when she asked if he could help her set up. Maybe he should have asked what it was she needed to set up though..