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give 'em hell, kid.
-x nicholas "spook" sterling x-
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Nicholas was halfway through a somewhat dramatic sigh of relief, and actually felt somewhat calmer when he considered how he was almost home and that the whole ordeal was finally over
Unfortunately for all involved, that wasn't the case. Nick grimaced when he felt someone grab onto his scarf and yank him backwards rather carelessly.
'This scarf is probably worth more than a year of your income, bubblegum!', he thought, offering the pink-haired girl an icy glare.
As the teenage musician disliked being touched even under the best of circumstances, falling prey to such a rude and grabby gesture pushed him just a little closer towards his breaking point. His new-found enemy, however, wouldn't get such a visible reward.
"Professional DJ, huh? Pretty impressive. I'm just Spook. You know, Celebrity of the Year, winner of three major musical awards including Best Alternative Album... that Spook. Ringing any bells? Nah? Don't blame you."
Nick wasn't really the bragging type, but at the moment he simply longed for a reaction, and he figured namedropping himself might just get one. If life in Hollywood had taught him anything, it was that any attention was good attention.
Her next comment, however, was truly insulting. How dare she assume that he was closed-minded when it came to music, his life-long passion?!
Giving the Professional DJ a condescending smirk, Nick crossed his arms as he observed her.
"This may come as a surprise to you, but dressing a certain way or being successful in a certain genre of music doesn't make someone so dull as to only enjoy that style. I'll have you know that I appreciate everything from hardcore heavy metal to acoustic indie ballads... in fact, the only things I refuse to listen to are pop and electronic dance music."
He certainly had the musical knowledge to back up his statements, and was rather smugly looking forward to an arguement involving a subject he knew so well.
The pet question, however, was taking things too far. Nicholas had no idea how the girl had guessed his taste in companion animals, but she wouldn't be meeting Fluffy anytime soon.
"If you're that curious about me, just look it up. I'm not really in the mood for interviews," he stated cooly, offering a mockingly casual wave before he turned away from the source of his annoyance and toward his destination.
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