Nashville couldn't compare to this place at all. I knew that better than anyone, especially as a DJ." Diplo's gaze drifted toward two club girls in tight, figure-hugging dresses as they passed by.
"You've lived in Nashville?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah. I grew up in Miami, but I went to school in Nashville for a few years. After high school, I went to the University of Florida," Diplo said casually.
Ryan only realized after asking that Diplo had also graduated from Hendersonville High School. He'd graduated back in '97, though. (I'm not making this up—it really was a coincidence.)
"What a small world," Diplo said, looking just as incredulous.
Having gone to the same school had undoubtedly brought the two of them closer. Diplo took Ryan to a booth in the stands where no one had taken a seat yet.
"Hey, kid, get me two bottles. Don't bring me the watered-down stuff they serve the customers. Get something decent. Put it all on my tab."
"Jenny, come over. You've got nothing better to do, so come sit with us. The guy next to me is a total hunk. You'd better bring a few of your friends, too."
"Kevin, don't be like that. We're just sitting here chatting. It won't interfere with his second set."
Diplo was a regular performer here and knew the staff well. Before long, he had a whole table set up with drinks and had called over four or five club girls.
Ryan only sampled the drinks and company a little, but when the club girls saw what a handsome guy he was, they were quick to cozy up to him.
"So, what do you think? The girls here are pretty good, right? They can tell in seconds who's actually willing to spend money on them. Of course,