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“dude, look!” noah whispered excitedly with his hands pressed against the glass of the music store. his face had now leaned so far in to inspect the device inside that his breath condensed into a fog on the store window. though it wasn’t like he needed another dj sound board, it couldn’t hurt to have another one on hand. especially one with so many lights and buttons. if anything, this could be considered some kind of business expense right? to perfect his craft? leon was a music guy, he’d probably understand. “i think im in love. should we go inside?” noah spun around, his hands clasped together as he pled. “please please please please.”

“alright,  so  the  left  half  will  be  my  territory  and  the  right  will  be  yours,”  noah  instructed,  one  arm  drunkenly  gesturing  to  the  crowd  of  people  dancing  in  front  of  them.  it  was  obvious  that  their  competitive  streak  started  before  he  and  astrid  even  arrived  at  the  battleground.  while  attempting  to  out  drink  each  other  during  power  hour  sounded  like  a  good  idea  at  the  time,  the  alcohol  had  now  caught  up  with  noah,  and  with  his  senses  dulled,  he  realized  he  might  not  be  at  the  top  of  his  game.   this  posed  a  problem  because  this  wasn't  just  any  other  challenge.  this  was  the  bet  of  all  bets.  noah  and  astrid  would  go  head-to-head  tonight  charming  strangers  to  determine  who  had  the  best  game,  settling  once  and  for  all  who  the  better  "rizzler"  was.   and  the  stakes?  as  high  as  they  come.  noah  had  wagered  his  beloved  supreme  bag  with  no  intention  of  parting  with  it .  moreover,  he  hadn't  forgotten  about  astrid's  recent  escapade  at  catch  me  where  she'd  kissed  another  guy.  because  he  had  teased  her  for  being  with  someone  so  'low  quality',  he  knew  his  interactions  tonight  had  to  exceed  hers  by  far.  to  prevent  any  taunting  of  course.  “are  you  sure  you’re  ready  for  this?”  noah  raised  his  voice  against  the  blaring  music,  leaning  closer  to  astrid.  “remember,  your  first  born  child  is  on  the  line.”

noah never really liked the term "amatuer" dj. to him, it felt like a slight against the brand he worked so hard to create. instead, he preferred to be called "pre-successful". while he acknowledged his shortcomings when it came to most things, music remained one of his strong suits and something that he worked really hard at. he loved the way it helped express emotions he couldn't always articulate. throughout the week, he dedicated every free moment to creating the perfect mix to present to aksel in preparation for their upcoming event. bounding through the front door, noah couldn't contain his excitement. " are you ready to hear my set for this weekend?" he exclaims, his hand effortlessly tossing the usb as he catches it with a practiced ease. "i really cooked with this one. it's like if david guetta and the big bootie mix had a child," he quips, tossing the usb to aksel with a playful grin.