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This story is a sequel to 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄


She was rude, crude, sexy and lewd. She could kill with a look, flutter hearts with a grin, and stop them her beats. She played like no other; harder, better, faster, and stronger than anyone else. She was capricious, prone to arrogance, and yet, she was as steady as a mountain and faithful as the rising moon and just as mysterious. On stage she was loud and proud, a new persona taking over. With a flip of a switch, she became the DJ everyone loved.

Yet when the lights went out and the glasses came off, it all vanished, and Vinyl Scratch returned. Quiet and reserved, she hid herself away from most, an introvert by any other name. She felt everything hard and shouted back harder. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was life.

Before she was famous, before she was a legend, before her music was immortalized, before she was a god among men, she was as ephemeral as the rest of us.

Before she was DJ PON3, she was Vinyl Scratch...


Rated Teen For:
Crude and sexual humor
Vulgar Language
Suggestive Dialogue
Drug References


Note: It is NOT necessary to read The Sins They Love to understand this story.

Chapters (1)
Comments ( 4 )

Granted, not who I was expecting the first person to be, but I really enjoy this so far. Please continue :-)

Interesting story! I enjoyed the music too! I hope you continue :D

Now, I know you said that it wasn't necessary to read The Sins They Love, but I read it anyway, and I'm glad I did. It made me fall in love with your writing and it prompted me to read this one with excitement. Though, now that it's over I find myself wanting more. For if this played out like your last piece it will be great.

I stumbled out of my dorm, just barely managing to pull on a sweatshirt before making it out the door into the subzero air. I hated January. And February. And pretty much any month that didn’t have an average temperature above a good 60 degrees. I liked cold like I liked country music: in that it remained somewhere far away from me where it wouldn’t assault my senses and suck my soul out through my fingers.

I already like this guy.

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