Human After All
Thomas bobbed his head along with the rhythm, his fingers danced along the soundboard. He lifted his head to look out at the dance floor, scattered with teens and young adults, all dancing to the beat flowing from his fingers. Lights flashed about the dance floor, capturing only snapshots of the dancers before they were engulfed in the darkness. In the dark, only the neon glowing designs on their clothes remained visible.
Among the dancers was a man wearing a mouse head, another DJ like himself, though the man preferred the title "producer." Even though his shift ended hours ago, the mouse-headed man remained at the club to flirt with the women. Thomas watched as his mouse ears bobbed along with the beat and felt a twinge of envy. Not because of the women, not because his shift was over, but because he was human. At the end of each night, the man would be able to take off his mouse head and wander the streets as a human. Not Thomas. He and his companion would