The lights were bright. The music was loud. The crowd was jumping. This was his house. He ruled the airwaves every Saturday night. This was his night, his time and his music.
He belonged here, and the crowd knew it. What he played, he played for them, but mostly for himself.
He was Rico, the hottest disc jockey the club had ever hired. And they were glad they did. He rode the wave of excitement he generated as he played his selections.
The crowd always lined up early at Suburbanās. They wanted the chance to see him in action, to listen to his original mixes and his sultry voice, and to dance until their legs turned to jelly.
This dark haired, blue eyed stood no more than six feet tall and was of a small build. He had a well-defined body, with average chest and arms. He moved fluidly as he spun the tunes for the throng of people requesting their favorites.
He loved his job, and he loved playing his music. He received the adoration and respect from the patrons, but most certainly, he loved the women who wanted to take him home with them.
He would gracefully turned them down, not wishing to mix business and pleasure, although his business was his pleasure. And he brought that to the job every night he was there. This night was going to be entirely differentā¦
The crowd was wound up pretty high and the night was about at an end. He played a couple more brain numbing songs before announcing the last one. The crowd booed him as he anticipated. The couples grouped together, each of them pressed tightly against each other. The remaining people dispersed among friends. Several ladies approached Rico, wishing one more chance at a dance with him, but again he refused the advances.
The night was over, and his head reeled from the excitement wearing off. He loaded up his car with his equipment, smoking slowly on a Craven menthol when he was approached again by another of one of his many groupies.
āHow was your night gorgeous?ā she asked.
She was a beautiful woman, blonde and legs that disaeppered under the tiniest skirt he had ever seen. Her hazel eyes met his and he gently coughed.
āIt was as exciting as always. How about you?ā he asked casually, turning to face her.
She sauntered over to him, her breasts swaying under her silk top. She moved close to him, leaning her arm on the trunk of his car.
āIt was great. You sure know how to play your music. Any chance of maybe getting some coffee?ā
āSorry sweety, Iāve got to get this stuff home, and I got myself a busy day tomorrow. Next week maybeā¦ā he brushed her off.
She looked at him, glancing at him up and down. She smiled, kissed him gently on the cheek and walked away. He watched as she moved further and further away until she disappeared around the corner.
He shook his head, knowing full well that he was stupid for turning such a gorgeous woman away, but he couldnāt afford to ruin the game he played at the club. He had to remain single, the only way he could keep the women coming to the club. This was his hook, and the owners knew it too.
He climbed into the car and turned the engine over. It roared to life and he made his way out of the parking lot. He took the main street, but soon deviated onto the back roads, avoiding the drunks and the roadblocks. He drove this route often, so he knew where to avoid.
Maybe it was his inattention, maybe it was the darkness, but he somehow misses his turn and found himself down a street that looked totally unfamiliar to him. There were no lights along the street, and no vehicles seemed to travel along here either.
He stopped the vehicle and got out. He looked around, the houses were set far apart from each other, and no lights were present in them either. He felt the night chill, and decided to try and back step to his last turn. He climbed back into the car and turned it carefully around, cursing as he went.
Suddenly his car was enveloped in a bright blinding light. Everywhere he looked all he saw was white light. He slammed the brakes, screeching his car to a halt. The radio came alive with the sounds of a thousand people talking at once. He tried turning it off, but it always came back on. He tried to change the channel, but nothing would stop the talking.
The driverās side door opened, and he felt that he was being hijacked or robbed. He felt a hand on his arm, but when he reached for it, there was none, although he was still being pulled from the vehicle.
He stood in front of his car, unable to move. The light was high above him and it covered everything around him. He suddenly felt hands grabbing his extremities and pulling upward. He struggled against the unseen forces, but eventually grew tired the closer he got to the light. His head felt heavy and he drifted off to unconsciousness.
He awoke inside what appeared to be a normal room. The furnishing were simple, a bed, a dresser, a lamp, a table and two chairs. He looked around, and saw that he was alone. He rubbed his head, trying to remember how he got here. He remembered the encounter on that desolate street, but nothing more.
He looked out the window against the far wall, and saw nothing but sky. He panicked, he couldnāt see the ground beneath him, only the faint sight of the roofs of the city buildings below. He was traveling high above the city, but could not envision how.
The door opened and in walked the gorgeous blonde he had met earlier in the evening entered. She wore a silk nightgown, barely covering her ample bosom. She walked over to the bed where he lay.
āWell hello again. Did you have a good sleep?ā she asked.
He watched her make herself comfortable on the edge of the bed, and propped himself on one elbow.
āWhere am I? How did I get here?ā he asked rubbing his head again.