Page 40 of Naughty Dreams
Something to think about, but Roy was on shift right now. He could fuck Dory’s brains out later. The fact he was acknowledging it as an option was a startling shift, but he’d deal with that later, too.
The energy that seized a crowd could turn passion into hysteria. The crowd version of sub drop, and it had to be managed. DJ proved he understood that.
“Time to calm us down a bit.” He took his mic out of its stand. The physical energy of the last song gave his breathlessness a sensual rasp. To the delight of the front row fans, he sat down on the edge of the stage, putting the mic into a different stand a roadie placed there. As he accepted a semi-acoustic guitar from Shaun, DJ gave the happy fans a little wave and then tipped his head toward his band, a charming gesture. Steve, who’d also switched to an acoustic guitar, started a ballad-like intro, backed up by Tal’s soft drum beat and Pete’s slow, smooth bassline.
“We’re going to rock you to sleep, take us into your dreams. Take us home with you. Want to do something different? You’ve been standing this whole time. Lie down. Sit down. Use someone else’s body as your pillow. Yeah, there’s sticky shit on the floor, but you can shower later. Hold hands, connect, and let’s rock this cradle together.”
As Moss looked amazed and the influencer appeared ready to swoon, twelve thousand standing room only people went down like wheat pushed by a gentle wind.
As they did, DJ began to pluck at the strings idly, creating a drifting kind of song, caught on a breeze. It was like what a person heard while in a hammock, lying in the arms of someone they loved. And who loved them.
The big screen captured DJ’s sweet smile, the faint glistening in his eyes as almost everyone on the ground level accommodated his suggestion.
“When I was younger, and things were hard, my soul sometimes felt shredded. I thought it wouldn’t come back together, not without scars so deep I’d fall into them, get stuck and never see the most important thing the world has to offer. But I’d hold my guitar and the music would come, the words.”
You are out there.
Waiting for me.
Already loving me.
I reach out to touch
And I think you’re not there.
But that’s when a voice comes
It says
I’m the air you breathe
Take me in, hold me in, feel me.
Feel me.
Feel me.
Love me.
We will find one another.
We have found one another.
Standing face to face with our eyes shut.
What will it take to open our eyes?
Sight unseen. Unheard,
but always known.
You know me.
You know me.
Here I am.
Don’t give up hope.
