So, lately there's been this big hype going around the school about this DJ guy who goes by the name of Sigh. He's like, the new Johnny Depp or something. The girls are already getting it in their mind that he's the high school jock for some reason; probably because they want him to be. It would crush their little cheerleader hearts if they found out that I know firsthand Sigh is just a normal person that no one likes or notices or has a crush on.

As for me, I'm the guy with his hands in his pockets and a slouched back on his way to every class. I'm the guy no one notices or thinks about. I don't talk out in class or raise my hand. The teachers used to call on me even though I didn't know the answers, and then they also seemed to forget I existed. I'm the kid always sleeping at the desk because he's dead tired. Like pretty much every guy at the school, I'm up all night watching gory horror movies or drooling over some chick in a bikini. Well, thirty percent of the time. The other seventy percent is spent on my computer, letting out what I'd been thinking up the time of school I'd actually been awake. And lately I'd been on the computer one hundred percent of the time—I'd found this song that's just been dying to be remixed.

Okay, confession time—as some of you might have guessed, me and Sigh… we're the same person. The guy no one likes and the person falling asleep at the desk are the same person. I have no idea how anyone found out I went to this school, but it leaked out somehow and suddenly it was this big thing, even though no one had admitted to liking that kind of music (dubstep, techno, electronic) before. Kind of spat on it, actually. I was already pretty famous on this site where you download remixed songs for free that ordinary people make, but I never put on a profile pic or added a description or anything, really. And it beats me why anyone my age would like dubstep instead of making fun of it like everyone had before now.

I sat down on a wooden chair at the far end of the public library, behind bookshelves and next to the wall. No one ever came back here, and I would know from experience. I also work on the mixes at home, but the internet here is so much faster and, as much as I hate admit it, I actually like the library. Not to check out books—God, I may be a loner but I'm not a nerd—but I like the vibe for some reason, and how I don't have to worry that someone will bother me. But it's mostly the wifi.

The volume was blasting, but since I had high quality headphones, another person could only here some hums come out at the loud parts.

The vocals in the remix are faster than the real song, but not so that you would notice unless you'd already heard the song. It opened up with some notes sounding like an electric keyboard hitting a single note over and over, then other keys hitting a few notes higher up the scale. Then the vocals come in with no background other than the keyboard. The part I was really proud of was when the beat kicked in, a deep whomping sound that sounded like a mixture of the bass drum and the snare.

I smiled to myself, satisfied at finishing the song. I was pretty proud of myself. I put the newest song up on the website, earlier than usual. I saw something out of the corner of my eye unnervingly close and jumped, instinctively closing the tab for the website. The plug for my headphones came out, and my laptop let my new song out into the surrounding area a lot louder than was necessary at a library. Unfortunately, it was in the middle and at the chorus, so it was the loudest part. I hit the mute button so my speakers couldn't blow out before finally turning towards the figure that had been way too close for comfort.

It was a girl in a red, plaid mini-skirt, a vest, a coat that was unbuttoned and went down to her ankles, boots with a steel crossing design on it, green eyes, white gloves, and pigtails. To be honest, she was a little child-like in how undeveloped she was. At least she was skinny, and I guess some guys would think the child-thing was cute. I guess her eyes were pretty cool. They were like, an emerald green. They looked clear too, like the light got captured and then bounced around in them. I didn't really take in her appearance until later since I was kind of focusing on how she'd sneaked up on me and gotten way up in in my personal space.

My eyebrow twitched. "What the hell!"

"Well excuse me." She sounded annoyed. "I tried to talk to you, but you're music was too loud."

"So you decided to get your face all up in mine?!" That's just uncool. And then she made me look uncool by jumping like five inches into the air! Better to not be seen at all than look uncool, which was what I'd been doing for a while now. Thinking about it, I hadn't talked to anyone for like, three weeks. Not even teachers. I have no idea how my voice wasn't cracking horribly.

"Sorry," she said, looking shy all of a sudden. "The song just seemed familiar somehow." She paused. "Where did you find it?"

"It's by Sigh," I said, looking at her a little strangely. She didn't seem like the type to recognize his music when she heard it.

Wait, I mean my music. I can't believe I'm actually starting to see him as a different person.

"Oh, him," she said in disgust. "What he needs is an encyclopedia to the head." Um, okay.

"Then how did you recognize the song?"

"What? Oh, my friend showed it to me yesterday. She's obsessed with him."

Lie. I just put it up like, ten seconds ago. But I didn't say anything, since I was already tired of talking. How can you get tired of talking? Instead of thinking about how cool people should have some form of a social life and be used to talking for longer than a few seconds, I watched her give me a little two-fingered solute and walk away with a thick book in one of her hands.

Huh.