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Joel Zimmerman pushed his way through the crowd and made his way up to the bar. He didn’t know why he came here. He was suppose to be here with a few friends but they all disappeared on him as soon as they all stepped through the doors.
The club was small and it was just put in less than a week ago. It already reeked of the sweat from its club-goers and by the sounds of it, the owners music taste and choices needed some reevaluation. When he finally reached the bar, he discovered all of the stools were taken by people practically on top of eachother or asleep at the counter. Joel rolled his eyes and leaned against the bar to wait for the bartender.
The middle aged woman had red hair and a look of disdain as she watched the young people on the dancefloor. Clearing his throat was enough to get the womans attention. She walked up to him, “What can i do for you?” She asked as she swatted a young drooling man with her washing cloth. He jumped in surprised and stalked off.
Giving the bartender a nod of thanks, Joel sat himself down. “Just a beer. What’s with the music here?” He asked in hopes she’d agree to some small talk. She slid a bottle across the smooth counter to the producer and shrugged, wiping the clean counter cleaner. The music died down and she spoke, “Its what the cocky young owner and his gang likes.”
“Lets make some noise for our next man in line to provide tunes for us tonight! Give it up for the new, the fresh, DJ Skrillex!” A voice rung out from somewhere behind Joel. He just took another swig of his beer and waited for the bartender to say something. Her attention was obviously on whoever was behind the tables now. “He’s suppose to be someone clawing his way to the top. At least i heard he’s pretty damn good.” The tender shrugged at Joel again and walked off.
The woman seemed pretty tasteful and it almost perked Joel’s interests to heard that she might had an interest in this young “DJ.” Almost.

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Joel didn’t stick around to hear too much the “new and fresh” DJ. Skrillex wasn’t too bad from the little bit that he had heard. But then again, joel didn’t stay for more than the first part of a song.
Joel had stepped outside and smoked almost his whole pack of smokes before he heard a voice calling for him. “I’m over here man!” He replied, throwing another cigg down and snuffing it out with his shoe.
A man about Joel’s age jogged up to him. “The chickadee, Sonny, and I are going to the hotel. Do you want to come?”
“Sonny?” Joel questioned. Looking behind his friend to spot the familiar face of his friend’s girl, standing beside someone who was out of view.
“What? I told you, Man, you had to go say hi when he was done with his set!”
Joel wanted to say something snappy, his friend probably said that as he was walking away. But his curiosity was getting the better of him so he was going to play nice, “Must not have heard you, who is he?”
The drunk friend smiled and turned, calling his girlfriend and the “sonny” over. The younger woman was followed by a short young man. As the two shorter friends came hopping over, joel’s friend announced, “This is the new beats on the street. He isn’t new to the music scene but he is new to the electronic scene.”

Joel stared at the shy, short new man to hear what he had to say. The younger man had long black hair on one side, a shaved half on the other, and thick black rimmed glasses that he adjusted before speaking.
“Hi, I’m Skrillex.”

What do you picture when you think of the phrase “peace of mind?” A cozy family? A decent sized home in the perfect neighborhood? A decent job that pays the bills? Most people spend their lives trying to have these things. But i don’t. My peace of mind isn’t perfect like that; its exactly what I am going to do tonight and for the rest of my life.
I feel my heart pound in my chest as I hear the crowd talking and screaming, waiting for what they came for. I am crouched down because my “cell,” where all of my gear is located.
My stage name is Squeak. I am known by more people then i thought would ever know me. I make music that brings people together. Doing this is what I love and it pays for the bills.
I slowly stand up straight so my friends can see me, one of my arms raised in the air above my head, a microphone in the other and a sheer blindfold covering my eyes. “Lets get oblivious!” I shout into my mic and the crowd screams with joy.
You see, this is my peace of mind. Making something as beautiful as music is amazing. And bringing people together with it- unexplainable.
And don’t even get me started on the fact that I have people giving a s**t about who I am, and what I am doing.
I may get nervous about messing up. I may get stressed out when a piece of equipment doesn’t work right before i hit the stage. I may worry when something goes wrong and I might have to cancel a show. And i might get frustrated when I can’t make a track sound the way i want it to right away.
But seeing the happy faces of all of these friends; seeing people united by my creations; hearing something that I made sound so beautiful- all of these things make me happy and make me feel bliss. This is my peace of mind.

DM: We have to hurry ahole.
DM: Just let me choose!
DM: Come oooonnnn!!
SL: Fine just do what you want! You won’t let it down anyways!

You smiled wickedly to yourself. Finally. The magic numbers 1:11 were already displayed on the crux-whatever. You had no time to lose.

SL: What? No way! Don’t put poor nyanyans into that thing!
DM: Why the hell not? Meowingtons is in mine.
DM: Its better than any of the other s**t you have laying around.
DM: She won’t bite?
SL: Fine!

The laptop in front of you displays sonny’s temporary home- a hotel room- and sonny walking out of view. You clicked on the corpse of miss nyancat- who you miss ever so much and wish you could have thrown into your kernelsprite. However your other cat meowingtons takes that place. So your friend’s sprite will have to do.

You drag the poor felines body and drop it into the sprite. The sprite quickly changes and starts talking gibberish. Hmmm. What else could possibly been awesome enough to join your kitty in the sprite?

SL: Don’t you care prototype anything crappy!!
DM: Have faith in me
SL: I need to take care of something. Try not to destroy anything else!

You look around the hotel and quickly find what you were looking for. Through some shitty time shenanigans; another joel had showed up and managed to get himself killed. Its mau5head lays covering the deadman’s face, but also has a huge hole in it from where he hit his head.
Its perfect.
You have to hurry though! If your friend sees you, he won’t let the fun continue…

A butterfly as colorful as a rainbow
A butterfly that glows like a saint
A butterfly on a lilly
With a tiny bucket of paint

“Must be pretty,
Must be lovely,
I am plain,
I am ugly,”

But poor little one,
With wings so bright;
How can you say that,
When you cannot see your tools of flight?