07-26-2025, 12:06 AM
Elend had worked often with musicians, be they singers, instrumentalists, pop-stars, rockers, and even DJs. The ones that drew his attention were talented - filtered by lower employees before they made it to his desk for approval. All of them were good.
But they weren't Ozy.
Elend had watched the man at his craft before, but tonight...tonight was different. What Elend was seeing - what the crowd was seeing - was a master artist creating a masterpiece. He wove bass lines, tempos, dynamics, and melodies together with a masterful hand. And just when the crowd thought they had it figured out - he changed it - forcing the crowd to continue to follow him. And they ate it up. In their movements, they worshiped their god.
Elend finished his drink and debated ordering another, but the pulse of the club began to draw him in. Elend smiled at that. Most people here knew jack shit about music. They couldn't appreciate the subtleties of the craft, but Elend could. That's why he saw the tapestry of sound as a whole, and that's why he decided to join in. He placed his empty glass on the bar and moved forward. A woman in an electric blue dress looked his way, and the smile was all he needed to drag her out on the floor with him. She came willingly, but had she not, he could have made her do so anyways. They exchanged names, but it was unnecessary. They couldn't hear each other speak anyways. Elend would use her tonight and then forget about her tomorrow - maybe earlier if he found someone better. For now, they began to dance, bodies pressed close together.
But they weren't Ozy.
Elend had watched the man at his craft before, but tonight...tonight was different. What Elend was seeing - what the crowd was seeing - was a master artist creating a masterpiece. He wove bass lines, tempos, dynamics, and melodies together with a masterful hand. And just when the crowd thought they had it figured out - he changed it - forcing the crowd to continue to follow him. And they ate it up. In their movements, they worshiped their god.
Elend finished his drink and debated ordering another, but the pulse of the club began to draw him in. Elend smiled at that. Most people here knew jack shit about music. They couldn't appreciate the subtleties of the craft, but Elend could. That's why he saw the tapestry of sound as a whole, and that's why he decided to join in. He placed his empty glass on the bar and moved forward. A woman in an electric blue dress looked his way, and the smile was all he needed to drag her out on the floor with him. She came willingly, but had she not, he could have made her do so anyways. They exchanged names, but it was unnecessary. They couldn't hear each other speak anyways. Elend would use her tonight and then forget about her tomorrow - maybe earlier if he found someone better. For now, they began to dance, bodies pressed close together.