[center][h1]Jack Sullam[/h1][/center]

Jack felt a buzzing vibration in his pocket as he leaned against the wall. Rifling through his pockets he found his phone and pulled it out, a message from someone he had met from the Dorms. 'Ginge' was the name on the screen, however Jack didn't even remember putting it in, nor did he remember a single ginger person he had met. Nevertheless he opened the message and looked at the attached photo. Inside there was a blurry image of two lads, twins except from their clothes according to the poor quality of the snap, and a message that read as follows...

[quote]Hey man, I listened to some of your tracks online. I luv it! I heard these two posh nobs were having some party at Shangri-La. Maybe u wanna see if u can DJ? Let me know if u do.[/quote]

From the use of 'nobs' Jack assumed that he was probably British, thus the bonding session and swapping of phones probably occurred, though he still couldn't remember this 'Ginge'. Holding his phone up he hovered it around, attempting to match the fuzzy picture to the people leaving. Finally settling on two girls and a guy who looked like a well dressed, and lonesome, figure matching the image. The girls he didn't recognise. Jack was about to step forward when he had to catch himself and take a step back, having almost collided with what was now simply a whoosh of air, though he suspected it had been the girl who was making away from him with a passion. Whilst Jack considered himself better than most men, animal instinct took over and his head tilted slightly, his eyes jumping from the speedy legs, to the rear, then to the figure. Before finally resting on the hair. The girl even looked back and Jack shot his own smile her way. Damn, was the only thought that came to mind. Quickly though Jack scolded himself mentally. 'Come on Jacky boy. You're better than that, besides. You have work to do...' However his personal lesson was lost as he tried to spot the girl again. But she was gone. Sighing he then turned back to the small pose he had seen earlier. One of the girl had left now, there may not be a better chance. Jack eased his way through the flow of foot traffic, using his shoulder to budge the more 'solid' standing pupils out of his way. One time he was knocked and almost dropped his phone which, foolishly, he hadn't returned to his pocket.

When it seemed like the wall of 'Paco Rabanne', and fragrances he didn't recognise because he didn't have the money too, wouldn't end, Jack suddenly came out the other side. "Like bloody Narnia that..." Jack muttered to himself, now free to approach Cece and Leo, though of course he didn't know their names. The briefest of taps on Leo's shoulder heralded Jack's presence. Holding out a hand he offered a a gruff, friendly, working class handshake. Along with this he spoke in his usual, fairly strong British accent.

"Hey fella, name's Jack. I hear you're holdin' some sort of gatherin' at Shangri-La later today. I was wonderin' if you had a DJ booked? I've done a couple of festivals and gigs, but I could never turn down a chance to play some more. I'd even do it for the cost of movin' my gear, and that's a better price than you'll get from anybody else." Jack then turned to Cece, the generic male once over flashed across his mind, but less so than before. "Sorry love, nice to meet'cha too." Jack held his hand out again.