#discconnectedvevo

She didn’t wait for her boyfriend to respond because she knew he would notice her absence and wouldn’t really worry. Luckily, most of her client meetings were kept within the area, so the walk to the coffee shop was not far at all and she got there just in time for her to order a mocha before she sat down to wait for Michael. But then May realized whilst waiting for her drink that she had no idea what Michael even looked like and she had no clue whom to look for. Michael had thought about it too, and decided to look for a girl with a blazer that was much too boxy and big to be hers.

“Excuse me, are you May?” she slightly jumped in her seat from the voice behind her, and turned around to greet him. 

“Uh, yes! I am. Michael?” she extended her hand out to him, and shook it.

“Yep, that’s me, and is that my blazer?”

“Yes! I hope you don’t mind, the place we’re meeting is really picky about what you wear there. I wore colored shorts one day to a lunch meeting and they kicked me out because I was wearing ‘too bright of a color’.”

He laughed and took the blazer from its place on the table next to her, slipping it on. “I hope they don’t kick me out because I look like a homeless person who mugged some guy with a blazer.”

She had to admit, Michael was attractive, and he looked nice in her boyfriend’s blazer. His messy blonde hair was a nice shade on him and brought out the dark green in his eyes. In a second, he snapped his fingers in front of her. 

“Hey, are you okay? You zoned out for a second there,” he laughed. “I know I look good but you don’t have to stare.”

“Oh, um, my bad, I guess,” she laughed nervously, trying to hide her blushing face. She picked up her cup from the table and quickly chugged the rest of her drink, leaving her throat burning from the hot coffee. “Are you ready to go? We’ll be late if we don’t get going soon.” 

“Sure, I’m just going to grab a coffee to go, I barely slept last night – I was working on a new song and I still haven’t finished it yet,” he laughed, headed towards to barista.

“Of course! Yeah, you go, go get that coffee…” she trailed off.

“May?”

She turned around to see her boyfriend in front of her, confused with her phone in hand.

“Hey babe!” she beamed, and kissed him on the cheek. “Did I forget my phone at the apartment again? Thanks for bringing it. How did you know I was here?”

“Well, from that text between Michael and you…” Mark said quietly. “Why are you meeting with him?”

“It’s for our clients’ wedding! Remember how I told you I was able to get ahold of him?” She questioned. Why was he acting so strange?

“From what I saw it didn’t seem like it. You couldn’t keep your eyes off each other,” he said, handing her the phone.

She laughed nervously. “You don’t think – No, you can’t possibly think we’ve hooked up. Do you seriously think that?”

“Well you looked pretty comfortable with him, so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

She couldn’t believe she was hearing this; Mark didn’t actually think that she had been cheating on him with Michael, did he?

 She scoffed in disbelief. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

As if things couldn’t get worse, Michael thought he was swooping in to save the day – unfortunately, he picked the wrong day. 

Michael, with coffee in one hand, took his empty arm and snaked it around her waist. “May, is this dude bothering you?”

Mark laughed, and turned around to head out. “I’m done, May. We’re done.”

“Wait, babe, wait!” she pushed Michael’s arm off of her, and ran after her boyfriend in a frenzy grabbing him by the arm and pulling him by the window of the shop to talk to him.

 From what Michael saw through the window, it wasn’t pretty. She was so close to crying, and the boyfriend did nothing to fix the mistake made. He was done for good, and as hard as she fought to tell him it was a huge misunderstanding, he wasn’t buying it. As the boyfriend disappeared into the sea of people on the streets, Michael quickly ran out to follow her. As soon as he got to her, he pulled her into a tight hug as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“He – he broke up with me… He said he couldn’t believe it, that I would do that to him,” she whispered between quiet sobs. “Michael, I could get fired. And I’ll need a place to live, he’s going to kick me out of our apartment – Oh God, this is a disaster –“

“Hey, whoa, don’t get negative with me here. Look, your relationship with him doesn’t have to affect your job, and you can stay with me for however long you need to. I know it isn’t much and we just met, but it’s the least I can do for being the asshole that got you dumped,” Michael replied.

She pulled away from his arms, and wiped away her tears and ruined makeup on her sleeve. “Thank you Michael. But you don’t have to do that for me, I would probably be a huge inconvenience to you anyways, with me probably having to find a new job and all that.”

There was always something electrifying about being a DJ that made Michael get chills every time he put his hands on a soundboard. Creating the beat, making unique sound and sharing it with people to dance along to was an incredible feeling, It hadn’t been very prominent in his life until his later years of high school, when his friend had asked him to take over his local radio station for the afternoon – and that’s where he realized he had so much power when over the soundboard.

After that, said-friend Ashton lent him the studio every other weekend for him to play around with the board and to give Michael some soundboard 101. It brought Ashton a funny type of joy to see his friend get so immersed in the world of DJing; he loved it so much and it made him really happy.

Eventually, Michael got some pretty good gigs around town, and for a high school Dj, he was pretty well requested. At first it was just parties from kids he knew from school, but then a couple of clubs heard him and even other Djs – they all wanted him. Even her.

The continuous ringing of the phone made her even more anxious to speak to him. He was probably way more professional than she was at speaking and she had no idea how to say anything properly, and pretty much all public speaking made her rather nervous –

 “This is Michael, what’s up?” He answered after what seemed to be over seven rings.

 “Oh, um, hi,” she said nervously.

 After a few minutes of silence and the quiet breathing between the two of them he cleared his throat and asked, “So to whom exactly am I talking to?”

“Oh, right!” she forced out a nervous laugh, realized she had forgotten to speak. “I, uh, my name is May, I’m a wedding planner – assistant, I mean! Just an assistant, and I, or I mean, my boss and our clients want you as their DJ, if you’d be willing, of course! You can say no, if you want-“

“God, do you ever stop talking?” he laughed over the phone.

“Well, I usually don’t talk at all,” May said quietly. “But this isn’t about me, it’s about my clients. What do you say?” 

“Um, I don’t really do wedding type DJing – I don’t think your client knows exactly what I do,” Michael claimed.

“No, you don’t understand. They really want you. You’d really like them, they’re into your music, and in fact, they never shut up about you. Maybe we could schedule a meeting and you can meet them? Talk about what they want and your payment. How much do you charge?”

Michael hesitated, he had never really been asked – he just took the money he was offered. “Uh, a couple hundred I guess? No more than five or six and hundred-“

“We’ll give you $2500, “ she stated firmly. He was way in the budget for a DJ, and although she was sure he had no intention of asking higher, she still offered it hoping it would spark his interest.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed over the phone. “Did you say twenty five hundred dollars? Like all the dollars?”

She laughed. “Hell yeah! I mean, uh, yes! Our clients are willing to pay to any expense for you. So, what do you say? Will you meet us for a lunch meeting tomorrow? I’m assuming you’re relatively local considering our clients caught you at a club in town a couple months ago.”

 “Yeah, yeah, I am. Where are we meeting?” He asked.

 “I’ll text you time and place in just a few minutes, I, uh, have to confirm a couple appointments. I’d dress business casual, the couple isn’t too picky about image but their families are, if you understand-“

 “Uh, I understand that, but not exactly business casual? All I own is jeans and t-shirts,” he explained nervously.

 “Oh, uh, well that’s just fine, and I could uh, lend you a blazer? Not mine of course! I mean, my boyfriend’s of course, I’m sure it’ll fit just fine.”

“Right, well, yeah, that’ll work. Give me the details and that’ll be fine,” he replied. A few seconds of silence passed once more before the two of them quickly wrapped up the call, and she hung up, being more excited than ever to tell her boss of her accomplishment.

“You did what?” May’s boss said in shock. 

“Yes! I actually got Michael Clifford to come to a meeting for the wedding! I never thought I could do it, but I guess I could,” she said, relieved.

“BABE WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?” she heard a voice from behind. She smiled, hearing her boyfriend’s familiar excitement and ran into his arms.

“I just said I got Michael Clifford to come to a meeting for the wedding your mom and I are working on!” May jumped up in down excitedly, proud of what she had done.

“Mom,” her boyfriend, Mark, turned to his mother (aka her boss), “May just got Michael Clifford, like the best DJ on the web right now, to possibly be the DJ at the next wedding?”

“Possibly,” his mother, Mrs. Warren, answered. “If Michael agrees, but if he doesn’t then there is no guarantee that he’ll want to do it.”

“Oh my god, baby!” He lifted her up in a princess twirl and spun her around, kissing her hard once he set her down. “I’m so proud of you.”