Dj Models - Clarissa Page
DJ Models - Clarissa
She deleted the first two.
From the memory of her own name.
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. DJ Models - Clarissa
Clarissa looked at her reflection. The latex bodysuit squeaked when she breathed. The LED filaments woven into her hair cast a faint amber glow, mimicking a dying hard drive. She touched the small port behind her ear—a fake scar, prosthetic, but it looked real enough. The DJ, a Belgian act named Void Sequential , had paid three thousand dollars for her to stand there for forty-five minutes and look "existentially terrified." DJ Models - Clarissa She deleted the first two
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. The bass from the main room vibrates through
At 12:15 AM, she took the stage. The crowd was a sea of raised phones. The smoke machine belched. The bass was a physical weight on her sternum.