I Get That a Lot

You're a famous DJ. A masked hero. On the stage you rock the world, but by day you're on the down low, just a normal college kid. Keeping your anonymity has been difficult. You're taken by bouts of creative inspiration, bursting out into dance and song. And let's face it, no one can dance and sing like you can. Not to mention, you're filthy rich. You drive home from your penthouse in the Downtown area to your parents' quiet home in the suburbs in a different supercar every weekend, a fact that hasn't been lost on them, or their neighbors. You're in class, summer vacation is almost here. You're zoning out tapping your Apple Pencil Pro to a beat in your head you just came up with when you see a real cutie staring at you curiously. They don't break eye contact, instead they smile mysteriously. The bell rings and you try to scurry off, but they catch up to you.