Chapter 126: Pass Him By

We were sitting on sound equipment. Hand in hand, I mindlessly traced his fingers as my hand rested on his open palm. I was happier here than back in the beach club party. I could still hear the music and felt zero desire to return. All my desire was locked in the shape of Luke Dawson. A handsome shape that left me in a dreamlike state. Song lyric maybe? Suddenly, we heard shouting behind us. Two bouncers were carrying Austin out of the backstage area. He was yelling something, and I looked back to see DJ Pumpa T himself, standing there and looking amped. "How did you even get in here, dawg?!" the DJ yelled out, "I thought we had good security here for real!" His blue tipped spiky hair created a weird halo effect around him. He was wearing a hoodie with cartoons and a mad splattering of color on it. It felt strange seeing him up close after watching him on stage for two hours. Austin yelled back, "You lay another hand on-