Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen.
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Miami, Florida.
The wind swept over the palm trees rustling them as the cool breeze hit the man in the back walking along the sandy shore of the beach out of town. At one time or another, this man had been at the top of the world at least in his eyes. What felt like a lifetime ago in the prime of his life had long been forgotten by now. The man opened his bottle of whiskey now and took a hard drink chugging it down before slinging the bottle into the water. That one splash into the water was enough to sum up how he looked at his life from here.
A couple hours later, retreated back in a mansion in the neighborhoods of Miami Beach, he rested in his lair of isolation when the phone rang began to rang. Reaching over, he picked up on the receiving end of the call.
"Hey, is this Trevor C?"
"Who wants to know?"
"A mutual friend of ours wanted to invite you to a party out here in South Beach tonight."
"Let me guess, you one of Sonny's friends?"
"How did you know? Yeah, he asked me to phone ahead. Said you was the party man with the jams."
"I don't know if I can play tonight if you're asking me to show up and work the turntables."
"No, it's all good. The party is gonna be at Sonny's place on Star Island."
"Yeah, I know the place. Been there a lot over the years."
"Cool, just drop on by tonight around 7. There's gonna be a lot of people here, good to meet you man!"
"Likewise, I'll be there later."
Pressing the button on the old brick phone and then pushing down the antenna, Trevor got up from his chair and stretched out. The short slumber of a nap after his walk on the beach had been much needed for now. With partying on his mind, that is pretty much all Trevor lived for at this point in life. He took a long look around the empty mansion living room. Pretty soon, all this would be lost in foreclose as he had been sinking more and more into debt with ludicrous decision making that had led to pissing away so much money on self indulgence.
Many would have killed to have the kind of success he had drifted into just three years ago. Back in another place far away from Miami, his name graced the credits of underground sensations coming in the new wave of dance music. Taking a lot of time to become a self taught musician and later self taught producer, Trevor had become a mysterious Jack-of-all-trades in creating any type of music with synth keyboards blaring like it was 1985. Using his talents to sell his way into the music scene elsewhere, he had 'made it' so to speak with the hard work leading him to record studios to lay down production and mixing work for up and coming pop acts with heavy dance music. When it wasn't his music making skills in general, he could always ghost write and get the money up hand but then he was stuck with the side effect of when the money was gone. Trevor lived the fast life and blew money left and right on the indulgences to keep him going, that led him right here today in Miami.
This past year had been a mess, as he dwindled down his money into a spending craze and sunk lower and lower into debt while striking a drought with studio work, as he was pushed into doing DJ shows to compensate, along side ghost writing a few songs that had been shelved and a sticky situation where he couldn't even get paid after the trade. At this time, he knew everything he laid eyes on in this mansion would be gone one day, and probably his life too if anyone busted in and found the amount of drugs he had been using to keep his mind sane. For now, he didn't let it bother him at the moment as he went to the kitchen and curled up a dollar bill and shot up a line of coke through his nostrils. Now it was time to go upstairs and dig out a floral shirt to match his jeans and get ready for tonight. Without a care in the world he was going to party it off.
7 HOURS LATER
The clock struck 8:10 before Trevor was in the driveway of Sonny's old mansion. Situated on Star Island, one would expect to see any kind of celebrity of fame walk through these doors, just as Sonny was a big time player here in Miami with connections out the ass. Trevor walked right in to the door steps in his white button up floral shirt and faded jeans, while his face had been shaved this morning, he had a small 5 o' clock shadow at this time. Putting up his hands to be patted down by the security guards, there was no way he could hide a weapon in his pants or shirt even if he wanted to. With a nod, he walked in under their administrative view, brushing through a couple that made it.
The foyer of the mansion was crowded with people from all over. Anyone that lived in Miami for at least 4 months could tell who was a tourist based off their clothes of choice, and Trevor already was eyeing out the suits and dresses of the people. The disco ball was up above the stairs, and there was loud blaring electronic music booming. Off one of the spiral staircases, was a black fellow waving Trevor's way.
"Yo Trevor! My man!"
He stood there bewildered in a moment as Rico came rushing down the staircase now to shake his hand in all smiles.
"You noticed me without ever seeing my face before, huh?"
"Sonny told me what to look out for. You stick out among some others anyway with your fashion choice."
"Yeah, and what about yours? All slick and clean...There's no need for a suit when it hits 80 degrees in this town by 11 AM."
Rico softly smiled as he walked him out the back door to the back way of the mansion where the real party was getting underhand with the swimming pool. There was a whole lot of people making use of that jumbo 34 foot long pool. A double DJ table had been set up and two DJ's were going at it back and forth on their laptops and mixer stations supplying the air with heavy dance music that could almost put one in a trance. Sonny came walking over to the two now, as Trevor looked up at the tall older man in his white suit.
"So, you decided to come, that was a smart choice Trevor."
"Why did you want me at one of your parties if you didn't want me running a table to do music?"
"Well, I thought you'd want to get out of that house of yours that you stay all shacked up in, blowing all your money up your nose."
Trevor smiled back at Sonny, the most smart-ass way possible he could as he wasn't in the mood for any kind of lecture.
"Oh yeah? How thoughtful of you, I'm real delighted someone cares so much about my financial woes at the moment."
"To be honest with you Trevor, I feel bad for you."
"Yeah, sure you do."
The older man put his hand on Trevor's shoulder now as he walked him over the stone steps down from the mansion to where the party was, and then continued speaking to him.
"I thought you'd meet some new friends here, perhaps. I think once you get back to work to what you are best at, you'll break this destructive cycle you're killing yourself with. Now, you see that over there."
Sonny pointed his finger to the left near the DJ tables and identified a tall man in glasses tapping his foot to the rhythm of the beat.
