“So, the good news is you’re trending again,” Phoenix cued up a video on her laptop and turned the screen to face me before pressing play. At first, the video was little more than colored lights and blurry shapes but it quickly resolved into the hazy darkness of Club Lure. The camera wobbled and shook as it pressed forward then found its focus on me like it had acquired target-lock.
“Damen! Damen Warner! I’m a huge fan!”
My on-screen doppelganger turned its head towards the camera at the sound of the voice calling his name and promptly rebounded off of Oakley, who had stepped in the door.
“What is this, Hot Topic night?” Oakley shoved me away and, for a moment, my on-screen self disappeared from view as it was swallowed up by the thicket of t-shirts glowing radioactively in the club’s
