[center][hr][h1][color=wheat]Hang the DJ[/color][/h1][hr][img]https://www.estrelando.com.br/uploads/2015/08/05/ansel-elgorf-1438788774.jpg[/img]

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New York, New York, so good they named it twice. In reality, it was probably named that to make it more exciting than it really was. Sure, the east coast kids liked to party just as much as those one the west coast and it meant that Leighton was raking the money in selling them drugs but my god were they dull. The color palette of grey and black had started to make the hustler feel colourblind and the music, god the music. NYC was supposed to be a hub of new sounds, in reality it was all techno babble bullshit crap. Lee much preferred the old Mitch Morgan albums. In this damn city he has to park himself in the corner of the club and try and block out the sounds just to even try and hear himself think. He had to get out of this godforsaken place and he had to do it fast.

Rolling his lucky poker chip across his finger tips, Leighton looked to this nights companion and waved her off. [color=wheat]”I’m making like a tree and getting out of here. It’s been fun, oh and by the way. Happy birthday, you should tell someone to hang the dj, he is atrocious ”[/color] pressing a kiss to the forehead of the birthday girl, he ran a hand across the back of her head before pushing his way through the crowded club and out into the pitch black night.

The upper east side, you’d expect it to smell clean. Not tonight, not on this street. The air was thick like syrup and tasted like ash and sadness. Too many lis and too many broken promises littered the sad streets of New York’s elite and here tonight Lee found himself slap bang in the middle of the sea of despair. He made a short walk to a train station and hopped on an empty carriage. Time alone with his thoughts, the tangled mess they were. He hadn’t brought his notebook tonight, so he just had to hope his memory lasted a few more hours. 

As he sat alone, staring at his reflection his mind drifted back to the people he left behind in LA. They all thought he was here visiting family, no one knew the truth, not even Madison. The bouts of memory loss were getting worse and his joints started to seize up now and again. A sure fire sign things weren’t going as the doctors had planned. Was this karma? Had Leighton done something horrific in a past life and he was suffering for it now? Maybe. All he knew was that time was either too short or too long depending on the day, so all he could do was live for the moment and he wasn’t going to that in New York.

The pool hall was a mythical place; a religious Mecca for the money hungry hustlers of the world. This one in particular was very very old school. Six tables, the color of money, a cloud of cigarette smoke hanging from the ceiling, the smell of cheap beer and sex lingering in the air and classic AWE playing on the small tv in the corner. The cell match between Caiden Winters and Gethin Rhys? Way better than the crap AWE shows these days. Gliding to the nearest table, Lee lay down a quarter and looked at the two grizzly players. [color=wheat]”I got next”[/color]He needed money if he was gonna get his ass back to Beverly Hills and going back to the first type of hustle was the quickest way to do that.

Some time and a few pool games later….

[i]Thank you for your purchase[/i]

A smile crept across Lee’s face as he leaned back into his chair. He was going home.[/center]