Epilogue: And Then They...

In all of my years of mixing, not once had I felt the need to speak into the microphone strapped on to my set. That was until I saw this guy. 

The music was booming. Everyone around him was getting faded as if tomorrow they were off work. They mingled and either went out of the club holding hands or were carried away by their friends with tears in their eyes.

That had always been the case for every guy in this club, but he was different. He was dancing his heart out, but he cared not for anyone approaching him.

I witnessed the fifth time a girl danced with him, got low, winked, and went back-to-back with the man, and he still hadn't made a move.

I checked before, and I was sure he had only come with a couple of guy friends, and from the jokes that I read on their lips, I was convinced that he was into women. So what was going on? Was he really that dense? Did that scar on his forehead have anything to do with it?

One thing was clear to me. I had to change the mood. I had to do something, for at this pace that guy would be forever alone. DJ Wingman in action.

"Okay everyone, today you have DJ Silly mixing for you. And by silly I don't mean my name. I mean what I'm about to..."

I closed the mic. Never in my life had I felt so ashamed. I should have thought about what I was about to say. Now I was the laughingstock of the whole club.

"No matter," I whispered to myself and changed the track.

The vibe in the club suddenly mellowed down.

"I see y'all dancing with those lecherous looks. So boys, how about ignoring those hormones and hugging your girls for a slow one?"

I hated switching vibes like that. The party air changing into this sobby romantic song just didn't sit right with me. Fortunately, that wasn't the case for everyone else, for every pair grabbed one another and they started dancing. The ones who didn't have anyone to grab went to the bar, patting one another on the back and repeating that there is always a next time.

All of them, except...

Is he really dancing alone to this???

I looked at the man who had stretched his hands to the sides, spinning in circles. His awkward look said it all. He wasn't comfortable for sure, but he didn't stop. If anything, he found relief in the pain. Was he into that kinda play?

"Maybe I've overdone it?" I whispered to myself.

Fortunately, one of his friends stepped in soon, and I was left looking at two guys dancing to a romantic song right in front of me. I'm all for bromance, but my mission was to get that guy a fine lady. 

Well, it was clear I had failed, but at least I could help the other soon-to-be couples around.

Even so, I took one more glance at those two and saw them laughing—wet eyes brought by loneliness—and I couldn't help but laugh myself a little, overwhelmed by my own less pleasant memories. Good thing I remembered to turn off the mic.

The song went on, and I knew damn well what was coming up. The next verse would be played in the background of a moment many would never forget for the rest of their lives.

"Okay guys, in case you haven't figured it out by now, it's about time you pull her close, and don't you dare turn your head when she leans in for that kiss! Time it well and you're taking the lady home, or maybe she's the one taking you~"

The verse started—a verse filled with feelings that may just as well make a grown man cuddle up on a couch and drop a couple of tears. Heck, I might have done that myself if I were alone.

"Not you two though! Unless you really mean it," I said, pointing at the two guys dancing in front of that stage. They laughed back at me and let go of one another.

The song was about to end, and I felt a bit disappointed that I couldn't do anything for that scarred man, but I also felt proud looking around at the many cute couples that would probably thank me one day when they reminisce about the day they got together. Of course, some of them may also curse DJ Silly later on.

An electric guitar played a romantic song in the background as I got lost in thought. The song was about to end, and my thoughts were drifting to who knows where.

That's when I took one more look at the man. No, I looked behind him at a girl who came in running as if there was no tomorrow. When she reached him, she jumped into his arms, and they spun around.

"That's weird... I could have sworn he came here without a lady..." 

But my eyes weren't deceiving me. The girl was really there, hugging the man and crying tears of joy as if this was the reunion she had been waiting for all of her life.

"Oh, better look away now..." I said, turning my head so that I could give them a bit of privacy.

Nah, I lied. I kept them in my peripheral view. By now I was too invested to just leave it up to fate.

I kept sneakily looking at what they did until I saw their faces come close. That was when I finally looked away, patting myself on the back for a job well done.

When the party picked back up, it felt good to see those two enjoy a good dance together, and they kept it up throughout the whole night.

Still, there was one thought that simply wouldn't leave my mind. The lady was pretty. She had sharp facial features, long dark hair, and a goofiness in her expression that would make anyone want to get to know her, but something was off about her.

Why do I feel like green hair would suit her so much better?

THE END