This night was exactly what I needed. The smoke from cigarettes and blunts alike made the air hazy, and I tried not to cough but it didn't really matter because my throat was caressed by the silky smooth, crimson liquid. It burned slightly but not entirely in an unpleasant manner. I lift my gaze and smile at the crowd before me. I could barely distinguish one person from the next as the party raged on, the bass thumping in his chest right along with his heart that beat for the music. Being a DJ wasn't a hard job but it was very time consuming and at times, emotionally exhausting. I put my heart and soul into his music and there were times where people just didn't appreciate that. Even now, there were a few too many people at the bar getting drunk off their mind instead of living it up on the dance floor.<br/><br/>Amidst the loud music he clearly heard a woman scream. He scanned the horde of people but no one looked like they were in any serious trouble. He grew uneasy but continued to hype the crowd by mixing up the bass a little and adding more rhythm before pulling back into a chest pumping bass. Again he scanned the crowd on impulse and spared a glance at the druggie corner. A blonde haired cutie was getting pulled by the arm towards a bunch of guys shooting up in the corner. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">Marqs!! I don't pay you to ogle at the women here!</span>" My manager, Eric, laughs at my expression and motions for me to keep spinning beats. I bite my lip in frustration and try to decide what was more important to me in that moment. With a resigned sigh, I face Eric and stare him straight in the eye."<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Sorry Eric. There will be more gigs.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">I then did something that I would never dream that I'd do. I pull the plug on the music."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Ayye! Fuckface!! I know you do drugs but I didn't think you'd get your kicks tryna abduct dames. How 'bout you lay off her arm and leave her alone?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">I yell over the protests of the party-goers. A few heads turn in the direction of the asshole who was squeezing the fuck out the poor girl's arm.</span>