A world without DJs - Ch 10

A world without DJs - Chapter 10

During the next twenty minutes Thomas had found a way out and the Beetroots had bumped into each other. Guy had gotten lost while searching for Sonny and Sonny himself found himself face to face with neverending looking stairs. Things were pretty chaotic since Guy had to tell the others what he knew and Thomas wanted everyone to leave.

Leaving would've been the best option.

Deadmau5 had stopped playing a bit earlier than usual and he left all the fans in the club, telling them it would be okay to leave. He returned to his building all alone, looking around. Good. No one was there.

Sonny was walking up the stairs when Guy finally reached him. He looked confused as Guy told him what he had found; he also showed two articles he had taken with him.

"... I need to find him", Sonny said quietly. Guy nodded. "It would be the best.. I'll come with you", he answered, making Sonny nod. "Okay", he said, "I might need help.."

They continued to walk up the stairs – they never seemed to end which gave Sonny some time to think. If Joel was himself, he'd talk to him normally. If not, he'd.. do something. He had to get Joel back.

Suddenly he remembered everything what he had done with Joel. All the concerts, all the conversations, all the stuff they did together. He didn't know why he remembered it. Maybe he just wanted to think about Joel for the last time. ".. Because this might be my last moment alive", Sonny mumbled quietly to himself.

Soon they reached the top of the stairs. There was only one door and neither of them knew where it led. Guy turned around to face Sonny.

"I think I'll stay here. If something happens, I'll go get help", he promised.

Sonny placed his hand on the handle, stopping to think once more. If it was Joel, he could try to get him back. If it was the other personality, he would most probably be dead. It would be all or nothing. He had to make his choice, but it was so hard, like something – or someone – was trying to stop him from going. Maybe he didn't want to know what Joel had become. Maybe he wanted it all to be just a dream. Just a dream.

Slowly he opened the door, just a little bit.

"It's just a dream.. Just a dream... I don't need to be afraid.."

"..What if you change? What if you become some grumpy DJ who hates his fans and dumps his friends to concentrate on his 'art'?" he asked, turning to look at the man behind him.

The man laughed a little. "Oh, so funny...", he said, turning around to look at Sonny. "Of course not. I will never be like that. Not even when I'm 78." Sonny laughed a little, sighing happily. "Yeah", he said, smiling, "not even when you're dead in your grave." Joel lit up a cigarette and looked at Sonny. "You know I wouldn't."

Sonny opened his eyes to reality. He was confused and scared, but he had to go on. He entered the next hallway, closing the door behind him.

A new hallway. One door at it's end. The end to this all.

"..You should just ..", Sonny was going to say but shook his head and walked to the door, opening it and finally entering the room of his friend.

"Sonny."

He heard that voice again and he was so happy he could cry.