It was the same old scene for Ema, over and over again.
The night was young, but then again, the night was always considered young in the club circuit of Hollywood. The weather was cool, with slight breeze sifting through the air and intermittent drizzle punctuating through the night. The moon was high in the sky, illuminating the streets in tandem with the neon lights displayed on the buildings. Music could be heard nearly on every corner, whether new songs from upcoming artists or classic hits from old time goodies.
From the balcony of one scene, Ema could hear everything, all the music and and sounds of the city below. Ema looked down at the street, and watched the cars pass by while sipping from a glass of champagne. All the music she heard began to blur and mesh together into a cacophony of noise. She took two long swallows from her glass.
"What am I even doing here?" She thought." I don't belong in a place like this..." But she never really had to ask. Of course she knew why she was there. Because she was Ema Gavin, wife of the acclaimed rock star Klavier Gavin. Despite this, her feeling of not being welcome never seemed to leave. She could vaguely remember a time where these outings were fun, when she actually enjoyed herself. Now, it seemed as she were only being dragged along to be on display, like a trophy wife. Though Klavier didn't seem to be around to show her off. He would run off the minute they set foot in the building, doing who knows what. Networking, she guessed.
Then again, that didn't make much sense as of late. If he really wanted to network, he would've gone somewhere classier. The clubs they had been going to recently were expensive, yes, but not exactly the most reputable joints in town. Ema sighed, and set down her drink down on the railing. Just thinking about it bright her mood down. She wanted to go home. Hell, she didn't even care if she went home. She just wanted to get out of here. Despite the expansive size of the nightclub, she was starring to feel suffocated.
Ema walked back inside anyway. There weren't too many people on the second story, since it wasn't really for dancing anyway. The floor was carpeted, and all around the room were lush couches and cushions, and an expensive cooler full of wine. The lights in here were dimmed, and the music wasn't as loud, sparing Ema a headache. Sitting on one of the couches was one of Klavier's band members.
"Daryan!" She called, trying to get his attention. He was cuddling with a model Ema had met before, but couldn't remember the name of. He didn't notice her, so he called his name again.
"What the hell do you want?" He growled, and turned his attention from the model to give her a glare. But when he recognized Ema's face, his expression softened. "Oh crap, Ema, it's you." He replied, finally pulling his eyes away from the girl around his arm.
"Daryan, have you seen Klavier anywhere?" Ema asked. "I haven't seen him at all since we got here."
"Klavy? Uhhh...Naw, haven't seen him either. Hey Franny babe, you see Klavy around?" Daryan asked, turning to the model.
"Klavier?" She asked, pushing blue hair out of her eyes. She had a slight German accent, just like the aforementioned rock star. "Yes, I saw him. He was on the first floor, but I'm not sure if he's still there. I can help you look, though."
"Thanks...um, Franziska?" Ema asked, praying that she had gotten the woman's name right.
"That's right." Franziska said, getting up from the couch. Before she could take one step, Daryan had grabbed her wrist. "You leaving me all alone up here, babe?" He asked, giving her the best puppy-dog eyes he could muster.
"I have to. Only a foolishly foolish fool would leave someone in a situation like this alone."
"Man, your definitely not drunk enough yet. Your still pulling that "fool" junk." Daryan said as he released his grip on her wrist. She gave him a smile, and headed down to the first floor with Ema.
The minute they reached the first floor, the music and lights hit Ema like a storm. She actually had to cover her eyes to shield herself from the glare. There were so many people that she was afraid that if she even blinked, she'd lose sight of Franziska.
"I last saw him dancing near the bar!" Franziska shouted, so she could be heard over the crowd. She grabbed Ema's hand, and they both headed over there. They pushed through the crowd of sweaty, dancing bodies, and tried not to get swept up in the throng. After a while, they did reach the area that Franziska was talking about.
"Where is he? I don't see him." Ema said, scanning the area the best she could. It's unbelievably hard to see through a mass of dancing celebrities.
"Look a little bit you your left, Ema." Franziska said. Ema noted that something was slightly off about her tone of voice suddenly, but couldn't place her finger on why. Until she looked to the left. She saw Klavier, all right.
With his arms wrapped around another woman.