Dj Models - Clarissa ✔

At 12:58 AM, the set ended. Void Sequential—real name: Thomas—gave her a curt nod. He didn't thank her. He never did. He just unplugged his USB and walked away.

Back in the greenroom, Clarissa peeled off the latex. Her skin underneath was red and angry. She pulled out the LED hair filaments, one by one. They clinked into a glass ashtray.

She didn't blink.

A dark, humid greenroom backstage at an underground warehouse party in Brooklyn. The bass from the main room vibrates through the concrete floor, making the bulbs in the vanity mirrors tremble.

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She obeyed. She was excellent at being an object. She had been doing this for three years, ever since she moved from Ohio. She had modeled for "Hardstyle Hans," "Trance Temple," and "Drum & Bass Barbie." Her Instagram had two hundred thousand followers. Her real name was Sarah. She hadn't heard anyone say "Sarah" in eleven months.

In her earpiece, Leo’s voice crackled: "Good. You look lobotomized. Turn your head left two degrees. Slower. Perfect. The strobe is washing out your cheekbones—angle your chin down." At 12:58 AM, the set ended

She didn't dance. She didn't nod. She just stared into the middle distance, past the flashing CDJs, past the neon "SOLD OUT" sign, to a point in the wall where the plaster was chipping.