Chapter 15. An Unusual Stunt

I brushed the stranger's hand off me and kept walking. 

I arrived at the DJ stand after staggering twice on those awful stairs leading up here. 

"Bloody hell," the music was so loud in this area it felt like drowning in euphoria. 

The DJ spotted me, and waved the security off as he left his stand to hold my hand.

“Heeey baby,” he smiled down at me, and as I stared up at him, I was again reminded why I had made a great effort to change my appearance. 

This celebrity DJ would not have taken a second look at the old Olivia, that sweet, fat teenager with her many rolls.

“Hi,” I said, and he smiled even more widely.

“You’re American.”

I bit back my laughter, there was nothing these foreigner