Melody and Harmony: Page 7

Aaron saw his best friend in the world, Vince sit down next to his girlfriend.  And turn the filter on his headphones so they could talk. “And where have you been?” He asked Vince.

Vince pointed at his girlfriend. “Calliope had to finish out your transition set.” He said.

Calliope blew Aaron an exaggerated kiss. “You’re an artist!” She complimented. “Unlike the guy who took over.” She glared at the DJ currently working as the dance floor continued to lose people.

Aaron turned his headphones for a second to hear what the DJ was playing, grimaced and turned his music filter back on. Vince pulled a folded up paper out of his pocket and tossed it over to Aaron. “Thought you’d want to see that.” he said.

Aaron picked up the flyer and unfolded it. It was a flier for a music festival headlined by DJ Sorcha. There were a ton of other names on the flier but the biggest shock was that it wasn’t just a Goth festival, it was a pirate metal, industrial goth, and new wave retro festival. DJ Sorcha, Setting Sail, and Neon Halo. He looked up from the flier. “What are these numbers?” He asked Vince.

Vince smiled. “Co-ordinates. That’s where the party is.” Vince explained.

Aaron glanced back at the flier. “Why not just tell people which club this is happening at?” He asked.

Vince laughed. “Because it’s not happening in a club, hell, it’s not happening in the city.” He said with a smile.

Aaron looked up from the flier in surprise. “You’re kidding.” He said.

Calliope nodded. “I looked them up myself. It’s a patch of desert about twenty five miles outside the city.” She said clapping her hands. “You know what that means.” She was bouncing. “Road Trip!” she practically squealed.

Aaron looked back down at the flier. “I can’t go.” He said handing the flier back to Vince.

Vince was shocked. “We have to go!” He said.

Aaron nodded. “I’d love to go but I just got a job here at the club. I don’t want to lose my spot.” He admitted.

Vince’s face lit up. ‘They picked you up!” He almost shouted. Aaron nodded. Vince waved a waitress over. “Drinks on me! My buddy just became a paid DJ. We’re getting screwed up tonight!” The waitress nodded and wandered back to the bar.

The rest of the evening was a blur of music, light, and the fuzzy company of his closest friends.