บท 69: Everyone was staring at me, whispering my name
LJ
I've never been to this club before, though I heard it was really hard to get into. Since Justin, Marco and Adonis were who they were, they said we would get in with no problem. Oh, and "Biff will meet us there," Adonis said, as if that was enough reason for us to get into Club Snootfart.
"Who's Biff again?" I had to ask. Honestly, I didn't even know Adonis' name until after an hour of shooting pool at Marco's. I couldn't help but snicker at his name, like that's really your name and you look like that? Must have been embarrassing for him.
"PYD's rapper," Justin, who had been my friend since trainee days, explained patiently. "He went to your birthday thing last year."
I shrugged. "Cool," I said. I still don't remember which one he was.
I never go to clubs. Burt and the others used to talk about what a pain they were, so I never even tried. There was once a time that I really hated being so close to strangers who would stand beside me close enough to grab me. I didn't think these people were fans, because why would fans do that? But now, I figure, there's a first time for everything.
As we walked to the packed entrance where people lined up in zigzags to get in, a sea of cellphones were whipped out and trained on us. This was easier if you didn't look at anybody, but I could hear a bunch of shocked gasps of "It's LJ!" Justin and these clowns are probably here a lot, and that's why these chicks are flocking, but nobody expected to see me. Everyone was staring at me, whispering my name. It felt good.
"Hi kids!" I waved at the crowd, and noticed them start to go apeshit. Were they going to charge forward and grab me?
I felt my shoulder being jerked backward and realized we were being rushed through the club entrance. "You dumbass," Marco hissed at me, "What did you do that for?"
I grinned and shrugged and gave him my best rockstar. A millisecond later, flashing lights distracted me and I looked at the room I had stepped into. It was wild.
Adonis led the way through the bar and the dance floor full of writhing bodies. We arrived at a semi-closed booth full of girls draped over a bunch of fuccbois. I know I've seen this mv before, I just don't remember details because I couldn't care less.
"Dude!" "Bro!" "Hey, bro." "Dude, wassup?" Slaps and fist bumps all around. I suddenly remembered why I don't like going out.
"Well, isn't it the biggest popstar on the planet," said this teenager sitting in the middle of the booth, eyeing me considerably. He kinda looked familiar. "We're quite honored for you to grace us with your presence, LJ."
"Hey, man," I gave him a short wave.
"Hey, bitch, let my friends sit down," another kid pushed the girl on his lap to the side and everyone started shuffling around. "You guys want anything to drink?"
"Orson recently discovered mixing qualuudes with Jack," another kid announced, making everyone laughed. Soon, all the guys were sitting down, even if it meant their girls had to stand. "Justin?"
"None for me thanks, we already had a few beers and I have a shoot tomorrow," Justin replied, reaching for the glass being handed to him. He looked around the booth. "LJ? Why are you still standing up, man?"
"I have nothing on tomorrow," I said. I made no move to sit down.
The kid who acted like he owned the club gave a whiskey glass to the girl with her arms around his shoulders and said, "Take this to the King of Pop."
I watched her walk slowly towards me. She was gorgeous, though heavily painted and styled. She looked like a Victoria's Secret model. Her outfit looked like lingerie. I wanted to give her my jacket. I almost wanted to give her my pants.
"Guys, did you hear? Chas of Succulent killed herself tonight?"
"Yeah, with a steak knife. Stupid bitch."
"Oh, wow, really?" Marco said. "Like really killed herself?"
"Yes, like finally."
"Yeah, man, she was like a time bomb."
The girl was finally in front of me, intently looking at me like she didn't hear a thing anyone was saying. She acted like she was someone famous. Maybe she was. I drank from the glass she gave me without breaking eye contact.
"Biff, that pic of you strangling her is making the rounds again, aren't you worried about that?"
The girl in front of me stiffened, while her boyfriend from across the lounge snorted. Ah, so that's Biff. He's not even the cute one from PYD. And he looks like he's 14 and stole his older brother's clothes. I looked away from him and took a long swig of whiskey.
"Why would I be worried? That pic of Chas with Steve is making the rounds too and look at LJ, he doesn't care."
Everyone suddenly looked at me. Justin said, "What pic?"
I downed the glass until all that was left was ice. I looked at the chick in front of me and said, "Do you like to dance?"
"She doesn't dance," Biff said, his voice lowering an octave.
I handed my glass to whoever was nearest to me and took the girl's hand. As I led her out, I looked at Biff and winked.
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