Dj Nova is not My Name (open)

[A.J. Green]

A.J. was moving through the crowd; trying desperately to keep skin to skin contact to a minimum with the masses of the stripe club goers, of a Club he found in Las Vegas. Well the club really found him. It happen days ago after A.J. had a few weeks under his belt of staying in the city of sin. A.J. was at the time performing solo at a few café, and small hole in the wall places that didn’t get many customers other than drifters like A.J. himself. He had fallen on somewhat hard times which he calls “Slow Periods”, since the last of his band members left as soon as they arrived, but that was a typical of the band members of “Nova.” A.J. liked it this way since he was always traveling by foot, hitchhiking, bus, or train if he could afford it and the band members would be drifters as well coming into A.J.’s life one way or another and they would jam together for a while, and play together for a bit before they were off again. This sometimes gave “Nova” a very well range of genre of music for tracks and songs. A.J. had list of songs and pages, and pages of musical notes of instruments of many types in his portfolio in his traveling bag that he kept locked away in the safe of his apartment that he was renting at the moment, but at this point and time. Those weren’t needed. What was needed from him wasn’t his musical talent with his voice, or his ungodly talent with the long list of instruments that he knew how to use in his musical arsenal. At this time and in this strip club what was needed were his talents at the turn table. A set of skill he hadn’t dusted off since college where he experimented with the DJing for spare cash flow in his pocket for movies, and dates while in school, and now he was a DJ in the club called the “Double Ds’ Inn”. A stripe club that advertises with both sexes, and even had its own dance floor for the Club goers to go and bust their own moves; when they were done looking at the professionals on stage. How you might ask he landed this job is a simpler story then A.J. trying to get to the turn tables without having an episode in front of the masses from reading all these minds at once from their bodies colliding with his.



One night A.J. had come across the club at night, and was on his last few bucks. He thought what the hell why not; standing outside the club watching the line wrap around the building decrease as the doors opened like a portal to dump off the insane beats, and boom of the bass from the speakers inside the club, and it engulfing two or three guest at a time. After quick debating with himself and the bouncer and a little use of his power of reading minds with a single touch; he black mailed the bouncer to let him in or he let slip out about his fetish of dressing up like a baby and breast feeding, and when he meant baby he meant the whole nine yards and everything, Diapers, bib, adult size baby boots, etc., etc. With that done he was in the club at the bar hitting on a girl not even three hours later when the music just cut off. There were some commotion and soon the owner/manager of the club came over the speakers. Asking for anyone with some skills at DJ; the club went silent as A.J. looked around and raised his hand hesitant; after taking the last of his drink for courage. The Owner picked him out and waved him over. The owner quickly explained that his DJ that he heard had quiet on him saying something about creative differences. He offered A.J. as much Booze, women he wanted and a Hundred dollars a night including tips if he played for him, and A.J. Agreed. Now that you know the backstory let’s fast forward to A.J. finally making it to the stage. It took quite a bit of effort on A.J.’s part but he kept the few times he did read some of the club goers’ minds at a minimal. Even though the concoction that his sister Fay fixed for him limited his abilities from reading all minds in a general area uncontrollable to a single touch of human to human skin contact. The only thing that saved him on his trip to the sage where his instruments of choice tonight was his orange jacket that he didn’t go to any show without. It was like a lucky rabbit foot to him, and kept the masses and little fan base he had from touching him and drowning his own mind with their thoughts.

A.J. was getting himself set, prepping for his music to hit these club goers’ ears. He was feeling the energy that was building up in him start to flow. He had the headphones in his hands as the Manger hopped up dressed like an out of date mobster with a tacky white suit with a with sky blue shirt and matching shoes. A.J. shifted the headphones over his ears the black leather felt cold against his ears and the club grew silent to him. A.J. threw up his hood of his orange jacket as he watched the Manger/Owner of the club take the mike in his hands beaming like a Fat cake on the stage and from A.J. reading his lips was doing his usually introducing of himself and general asking how the club goers were going. With a cheer A.J. even heard from behind the protection of the headphones. His eyes shifted up toward the crowd as he booted up the computer; that held the program of a turn table with a set of music that he already had set, and when the computer was online and the program was playing with it set up with an actual turn table right next to it with records that A.J. could interact with the music playing on the computer.

He was set and ready to go for the night. He tapped a few commands into the computer and allows the first song; a mix he had created himself to play only in his headphones. He felt that energy of the song roll over him, and through him rocking with him and A.J. couldn’t help but nod his head to the music. He could make out with the corner of his eyes that the manager was making some lame joke that A.J. was getting ready to throw down some mad remixes for the crowd. A.J. paused for a few moments and tilted his head still listening to the music but turning it down a little more in the head phones to listen as Dough The Manger/Owner introduce him in, “And tonight we have the one, and only DJ in Nevada that can get these lovely ladies you came to see hearts’ racing, panties fallen the one and only DJ Nova.” Dough with that goofy smile started to cheer and applaud with the crowd completely missing the dirty look that A.J. was giving him for the mess up with his name. For the past few nights his been trying to correct Dough that his stage name was Dj Apollo and his band name was Nova, but A.J. guess that Dough thought DJ Nova had a better ring to it. Whatever the case was the show had started, and A.J. hated to disappoint his fans. So with a few quick commands from his fingertips; The first song of the night Shooting star was unraveling to the listener’s ears with the spot lights hitting the multiple stages on the far right side of the club; away from the dance floor that took up most of the room of the club besides the seats and lounges. The first few dancers of Double Ds’ Inn burst forward from the backrooms. Living up to the reputation of the bustyness of the club, but A.J. wasn’t paying any attention to the girls, or the crowd just the music.

Par-par-par... par-par-party rock L-M-F-A-O
Shake that, Shake that,
Move that
Shake that


A.J. felt it start the energy of the club start to collide and merge with the song in their own way as they took to the dance floor, even though it was a remix of several artist collaboration that he hadn’t met and he hoped one day in the future he will. The cheers, the arms up and the smiles and vibe of letting loose of the frustration of the week to his music, to a remix he himself was getting recognition for, and it was feeding A.J. in a creative way. He felt the tug that always started when he played, the tug of losing himself to the music, just utter bless for his soul.

We like to party rock and we came to lose control(Shake that)
Came to keep the party people dancin cause we (L-M-F-A-O)
Well I'm Redfoo and I'm Sky Blu and we brought some friends along (Shake that)
Young Boss, Kevin Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.


I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are my favorite

I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are my favorite
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are my favorite

I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are my favorite


The light’s flashing, the strobe lights whirling on its set course with the neo blue, green, and orange lights flashed and changed through the club. Hitting several other set reflectors in the club; Shooting off fragments of light making a show of its own. The club goers were feeling and being insist by the music pulsation of the music running through them just like A.J. was, maybe not on the same level but he could see it in their moves, the way the couples on the dance floor grind with one another. He had them, just like the music had him as he moved and bobbed his head with the beat, but he was going to take this show and the song deeper down the rabbit hole. His eyes caught a few dancers start to leave the stage on cue from the beats. Grabbing what cash that had fallen from their lack of clothes for the main attraction, and just as Young Boss voice hit the speakers. The main girls took to the stage; if this was football these ladies would be the first line, and their Looks were what allowed them to be this. God’s gift’s really, blessed with the looks and asses and breast that made the first girls that took the stage look like freshman in high school. These were the top athletes of their trade, and they were decked out with angels’ lingerie, with the whole nine yards including some of the dancers wearing black other white wings to boot.

I caught her when she fell from heaven.
One to ten, baby girl's an eleven.
And I ain't tryin to spit no game,
But I'm tryin to figure out from where you came
Because a star like hers,
Man, it really occurs in a world like this,
Only way you ever meet a girl like this.
Get up in a spaceship and take that trip.
We kinda have a way with words.
We even start a convo to get at her.
Every other (shake that) becomes a blur.
Be my mistress, I'll be your sir.
I love her, the way she is,
The way she are, my shooting star.
And I pray that you never change. (Never ever change)
Just stay the same cause...



The Club started to fade and A.J. knew he was possessed by the music. He was no longer in the club, no longer part of this world, no longer A.J.. He felt he was just part of the music. He was gone, feeling like he had just died and was now in his own personal heaven with him and his first love, his music. No longer having worries of where he might stay the night, or the next, no worries about what to eat, or surrounded by his own doubts about if his actually cut out for the music biz. No longer looking over his back to see if his past had caught up to him yet, or if a demon or creature he had cross or looking for vengeances against A.J. because he killed one of their own. No he felt safe, content, and confident in this world of music and himself. During these times, A.J. was music and Music was him, there were no lines between the two.


Woooooahhhhhh!
Look up in the sky.
It's a bird it's a plane.
Nah baby girl,
That's a shootin star with your name.
I ain't gonna lie,
I've told a lot of lies and played a lot of games
But with you it's not the same.
For you, I'm a ride.
I want you by my side,
I feel like them ghetto boys. (She playin with my mind)
I'm a tell you one more time. (She playin with my mind)
For you I'm a grind.
You were there through the pain.
You stood right by me, thanks to you I survived.
I guess it's true what they say,
Love is blind.
We together til the day that we die.
Until death do us part.
Baby you my heart,
They can take all the houses and the cars.
But they'll never take my superstar.


A.J. was just hitting the last butt of the high of his trance with the music, even in this type of trance he could tell when the music was coming to an end, even if he didn’t want it to, but his sister always said if something this good every last this long, then something was wrong with it. Nothing every lasted, and that had double the effect on the music and songs A.J. played. Even this track A.J. was spinning it had a half-life of only 3 minutes and 45 seconds, and he had only about a minute left, and he could feel the “Double Ds’ Inn” coming back the pimp purple wallpaper, the smell of the stale, cycling, sweat stained air from the sweat of dancers both on stage and on the dance floor. Soon he knew the party goers would be visible again in a little while, and A.J. knew as the rest of the song faded I would be replaced by the noise of the party goers, and his slice of heaven would be gone.

Just like he predicted when the song ended the club came back into focus and the next song started to play. One of his own creation he dubbed ] Child’s playfrom a session he did at his run down crappy apartment he rented. He heard the song start up slowly with simple beats, but instead of getting ready for his next trip and trance. A.J. Was doubled over a little over the turn tables holding onto the edges panting heavily, he felt the cold sweat roll off of him and his white t-shirt and jeans he wore this night cling to him. Shooting Star was more instance of a song then he thought; it took a lot out of him from that one along, he wasn’t sure if another trip was a good idea. A.J. stayed on stage to regain his breath and afterward typed up a few commands on the laptop and let the tracks play on auto polite while he stepped away. A.J. wasn’t scared of any of the songs being a bust, the track he had started with Child’s play as the lead was a set of songs that he played before in the club and got a good reaction from the crowd and girls alike, and he would be back on stage in no time before the playlist repeated itself. So A.J. set his sights on the bar and caught the attention of the bartender and made the universal sign for a drink and the bartender nodded and A.J. knew by the time he made it through the sea of party goers his drink would be there waiting for him at the counter. Now all he had to do was not trip any of these waiting mind land mines called the customers of the club to get his drink rest and recharge then make it back to the stage. “All in the name of show biz, I guess.” A.J. muttered keeping his hood on but removing the headphones from his ears, and taking his first few steps toward continuing a very good night in the club.