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that sexy girl that
I just don't feel like when I go down to the beach or out to the
mall. I think I told you, the last guy to take me out was to the Del
Mar Fair, and it wasn't a pleasant experience. I felt like I was
going to the fair with a buddy, not a guy who wanted me. We weren't
even on the second ride and I felt like I was in the friend zone."
    "That's what you get for dating just black guys. I keep telling
you, find yourself a good Latino like I got, and they'll be all over
you. They know how to appreciate a woman with some meat on her
bones." The manager called from the back, and Lin turned her
head. "Okay, gotta go. Good luck on the set tonight, hope it all
goes down well."
    Renee fixed the rest of her outfit, making sure her boots were
comfortably tied before heading out to the main floor of Bang Bang's,
which was dominated by the huge disco ball that hung overhead. Going
up on the stage, she double checked her equipment, making sure every
bit of it was fully connected and ready to go. Tapping away at the
keyboard of her old Macbook that powered all of it, she was barely
aware when the manager came up to talk to her. "You ready to
go?"
    "Yeah, looking good," Renee said. "How's the lighting
and everything tonight?"
    "Good. Standard controls, you can set it based off your BPM's
if you want. We just got a call, there's some VIP's expected tonight.
Seems they heard about your act, and wanted to catch what you've got.
Just wanted to pass that along as a congrats."
    "You get a name?" Renee asked, thinking back to Grady
Voelker and his comment three days ago. "Just for curiosity's
sake."
    "None at all. Just that some VIP's might be by. Don't even know
when they might be coming in, so keep your eyes open. If the door
staff can, they'll send a runner up here with a head's up."
    "Thanks."
    The manager went off, and Renee did her final checks. The doors
opened, and for about the first hour things were relatively quiet.
Bang Bang, in addition to being a popular nightclub, also sported
some pretty good food, and caught a lot of the late dinner crowd. She
relaxed for most of the time, playing some light dance music with no
remixing to let those who wanted to groove after visiting the gastro
pub work off their oysters on the half shell.
    Starting at ten though, the lights dropped, and Litezout took over.
The giant disco ball started rotating, and red lasers bounced off the
surface, with the club getting more and more packed. Renee launched
into her first set, starting off with electronic heavy dance before
progressing into heavier bass mixes. If it had been a Friday or if
she had been in a club more known for their hip hop, she would have
nixed some of her selections, but she was glad to work at Bang Bang.
Despite Lin's comment about only dating black guys, Renee felt like
she was anything but the stereotypical "black girl." Her
music tastes ranged from Wu-Tang to Swedish House Mafia, and she even
sometimes mixed in stuff from before she was born. She'd had great
response a few years back to when she had remixed Rick Astley's
"Never Gonna Give You Up" during the whole "Rick Roll"
fad.
    It was around ten thirty that she saw Grady Voelker make his way
through the crowd, and she stumbled for just a second. Hitting the
wrong button, her reverb shot way up for a second before she
readjusted. The crowd didn't seem to mind however, they were pretty
hot for a Thursday night. Recovering quickly, she kept on with her
set, although she kept one eye on Grady the whole time.
    He was easily the most handsome man in the room, and he was dressed
perfectly for the scene, not too trendy so as to come off as a party
freak, but not so conservatively as to be a stiff poser. Instead, he
carried himself with an easy confidence and gait that could have made
him look good if he had come in wearing sweat pants and a Chargers
t-shirt. It was the personality that carried with it a natural
magnetism, and Renee felt more than a little bit of jealousy as