13: The Other Derik Fletcher, Part 1
DJ could do this. He’d done it before. It would be easier this time. He could do this. He could.
DJ opened his eyes. Above him hovered a translucent rendering of himself mirroring his total lack of movement. Before him spread a blur of humanity, a mere three meters away. They had all come out of their tents and lawn chairs to gather around him. A hundred more watched over the holographic feed throughout the ship. Dominic smiled, encouraging him to start. DJ didn’t move. Paul wasn’t there. He needed Paul to start the background track. He needed someone to do something.
He could play if he pretended no one else was there. DJ looked up, away from the crowd, trying to imagine himself alone in his room. It wasn’t working, but something up there caught his
