D J S T E E L

Stella • DJ • Model Genderfluid • Pansexual Fresh off the boat and ready to party. Contact Runway Magazine for photo shoot booking. Hit me up for DJ booking.

[harmonynightingale-deactivated2]

“Silly? Why? You look so cool.” It was almost uncanny how much Stella embodied everything Colette had been drawn to on this androgynous fashion kick of hers. In more casual circumstances, the stylist had begun to experiment with more “masculine” looks but she played it safe tonight in a very feminine white gown.

Warmly, Colette shook Stella’s hand. “I’m Colette Taylor, I work with Runway and I know exactly who you are. I’ve been borderline obsessed with your look and I’ve been dying to style you. You’re stunning!” she gushed, barely taking a breath before continuing, “I know Google can probably tell me this but I’ve been wondering— Is Stella Steel your real name or is it just a stage name? Because it would be kind of unfair of you to be fashionable, gorgeous, musically talented AND have a really cool name.”

[stellaspins]

"It is my real name! Sort of. My first name is actually Stella-Mae, but but I dropped the Mae when I decided I didn't want to be a pig farmer," she explained with a twinkle in her eye. "Nothing against farmers or their pigs, I just don't like to get up that early. Wouldn't be fair to ol' Wilbur to keep him waiting till noon for breakfast." Realizing she was on a tangent Stella reigned herself back in. She was pleased to learn that Colette worked for Runway as well. "Oh, man, I love George. He's like the cleanest person I know. And he keep it one hundred percent real, which I'm all about." "So should I do anything for this picture? I'm down for whatever."

[harmonynightingale-deactivated2]

The scene was comical to Colette, almost like something out of a movie. She should have figured the DJ wouldn’t be able to hear her, but her eagerness prompted her to act before that thought hit her. 

“I said your outfit— I love it! You look great! I was wondering if I could snap a photo for my blog.”

[stellaspins]

"Your blog? Sure! And thanks. I felt kind of silly on my way here," she looked down at the white trousers and dress shirt. She had arrived looking formal enough but once she started playing music the jacket was removed, the white bow tie untied and her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. Compared to some of the elegant people in the room she felt like a teen boy on his way to prom. Stella hopped down from her booth to properly greet the blogger. At the last second she remembered the headphones around her neck and took them off before the cord could strangle her. On the ground she gave a little bow and stuck out her hand. "Stella Steel, DJ Extraordinaire. And you are?"

[harmonynightingale-deactivated2]

“It’s probably totally inappropriate to ask you this, but I’m just going to go ahead and do it— Could I take a picture of you for my blog? You just look fantastic.”

[stellaspins]

“What?!” Stella asked loudly, forgetting for a second that she still had headphones over one ear. She quickly shoved the phones down around her neck and gave the girl an embarrassed grin. “Sorry about that. I wear them so much sometimes I forget to take them off.”

She flicked a switch to keep the music playing smoothly and turned her attention more fully to the pretty girl beside her. “Alright, I’m all ears. What can I do for ya?”

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

Owen nodded at her explanation, getting a bit sad he wasn’t with his band at the mere mention of a gig. He smiled, chuckling a little at being called a roadie. “I’ll keep that in mind. Maybe after I hear your set?” He teased, grinning afterwards. “What exactly is included in this set? I wonder if you can actually get the posh to rise from their seats and dance.” He didn’t want to judge a book by it’s cover, but Stella seemed like the right type of person to get the party officially started.

[stellaspins]

"Mostly things that came out on vinyl originally. Quite a bit of jaunty piano," she explained. They had reached a small door labelled sound booth that was in the back, adjascent to the coat room. She turned and gave Owen a big smile. "I except the dancing will be more twirling than twerking." She shuffled the boxes in her arms to give a firm knock on the door. It opened quickly and a man who must have been the sound tech peeked out. He looked sleep and sun deprived, just as someone working in a dark room with screens all day should. She passed off the equipment parts of her stuff to make sure they would have the right connections and he instructed her on where the stage was. "Carry that to the stage for me? I'll buy ya a drink when I get a break. Least I can do," she shrugged easily. Stella loved to socialize and places like this were always were she met the most bizarre kinds of people.

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

"You’ve got a van?" Owen asked, perking up as he followed behind. Eventually he wanted to leave behind his comfortable life and be more daring, living in a van or his car seemed like his style. "All you’d need to know is that it’s most likely ridiculously expensive and imported from Brazil or Fiji." He explained, rolling his eyes. He turned to her, nodding. "It’s no problem. I’m Owen. I’d shake your hand, but the crates…" He trailed off, laughing a bit. "You’re the DJ? But you seem so…young and springy for the audience." He commented, glancing around the room for emphasis.

[stellaspins]

"Gotta use the van to move the crates," she said as she led the way toward where she hoped the sound booth would be. They passed a few people in white evening wear and Stella had to admit she was impressed. She'd been in the fashion industry a small while now and through all the shoots and small amount of press she'd been through she had never seen something quite so pretentious. Even in her white trousers and dress shirt she felt like a bit of a tool.

"I got the gig through a friend of mine," she explained looking over at Owen. He had an energy about him that coupled with the callouses on his fingers made her wonder if he was some type of musician as well. It was like being part dog when you were a musician - you could always sniff out your kind. "She helps me out with jobs here and there. Which reminds me, if you need someone to DJ your next party or event I'll give you a discount for playing roadie."

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

Owen jumpd a bit at the kick on the door, glancing around. There wasn’t a hotel security or even a caterer in sight. He heard someone yell from the other side and walked over, opening it. He saw Stella and was immediately taken back from her beauty. He had recognized her face, but couldn’t place well. He saw the records and took a crate from her arm instantly. “Here, I got it.” He leaned against the door, waiting until she walked in before letting it close. “You know, I think the invitation was for one night only. If you’re moving in, you’d have more luck at the front lobby.” He joked, nodding his head towards the two crates.

[stellaspins]

Stella managed to step back a little as the door opened and handed off one of the crates with ease. It was much easier for her to maneuver now and she slipped into the hotel behind the guy who had opened the door. She gave him a bright grin for helping and laughed at his joke. It was corny and coming from cute boys corny jokes were one of her favorite things. "Think I'd feel more at home living in my van than a place like this," she said honestly taking in the room she had just entered. They weren't even in the main area and she was sure that it was already bigger than every house she'd ever lived in combined. "Can't deny the beauty though. I'd compliment the crown molding if I was sure exactly what that was." She chuckled again. "Thanks for the help, man. I'm Stella. I'm supposed to be DJ tonight, but I'm running a little behind."

[poppykingston]

Poppy stood by the cloakroom, swaying slightly in time with the music and wondering how quickly she could talk her way into the kitchens. She was bored. Coming along to the event had definitely not been her idea, but she’d had nothing better to do and, most importantly, the alcohol was free. She puffed out her cheeks as she stood there, hoping upon hope that something - anything - would kick off.  As someone turned the corner, heading straight for the door beside her, she stood up straight and inwardly smiled. At last. As they reached her, she stretched out a hand and took hold of their arm. “Hold it right there. Do you have the password?”

[poppykingston]

[stellaspins]

Having rushed to set up her sound equipment Stella was glad to see that a few people were swaying to her newly playing music. She'd moved most of her records into the sound booth and was just finishing up with the last crate when she passed the coat room. Stella nearly buckled under the weight of the crate she was carrying when someone reached out and snatched her arm. "What the hell," she yelped at first but when she heard the girl ask for the password she actually laughed. She readjusted the box she was holding to ensure she wouldn't drop it and turned to look at who it was that had spoken. "Is the password ‘nice eyes’, because I think that goes without saying," she flirted.

[rosamundxyork-blog]

She sort of made an attempt to help her. She’s not a complete bitch. “You know I’m a slut, but don’t pretend you don’t like it,” she added with a wink. Her midriff was showing in the split between her top and skirt. It was dressy and she looked great, but more skin than was probably appropriate was showing.

[stellaspins]

"Thanks, babe," Stella said as Rose helped her carry her equipment over to a nearby table. She set the things down gingerly, careful not to let her laptop fall onto the floor. If that happened she would be royally screwed and completely out of one of her jobs. When everything was secured she leaned against the table, tucking her thumbs into the pockets of her white trousers. "Never said I didn't. In fact I like it quite a lot," she admitted giving suggestive smile. She reached out and poked Rose's exposed belly playfully before withdrawing and straightening again. She would have loved to stay and flirt with Rose all night, but she had a job to do.

[rosamundxyork-blog]

“The kind of help you had in mind and the kind I have in mind are vastly different,” the blonde retorted with a smirk. “Hello, Stella.”

Rose had no seen the other since she’d left her bed a few days before. They rarely spoke in between random hook-ups and she’d been much too busy with family stuff since then to have another casual tryst.

[stellaspins]

"Does that mean you're not going to help me carry these?" Stella asked with a laugh. She squeezed in through the door with her equipment still in her arms. Inside they were in the back of a mostly empty ball room, though a few staffers were milling around. Stella immediately took note of the very crappy music filtering in through the speakers. She wrinkled her nose. That would need to change asap, especially if her name was going to be on this thing. "Been good then, Rose?" she gave the blonde a wide smile and shook her head. "Knowing you the way I do I'm going to guess good is far, far away from what you've been."

[stellaspins]

The great thing about playing swanky places like The Dorchester was that she didn't have to drag along her PA. They already had a nice fat sound system wired through all the ball rooms and even a technician to go along with it. All she had to do was show up an hour before the event started to program in her sound cues and set up her deck and records. Simple really. Unless you're Stella Steel. As a rule she was always ten minutes late to being thirty minutes behind and as such the event had started ten minutes ago. It wouldn't have been an issue if this were one of her normal bookings. Usually she could throw on a few party jams to get a crowd going while she set up her own tracks, but she couldn't see the fine people of London's fashion world getting down to Party Rock Anthem any time soon. Instead she brought every smooth jazz, instrumental and easy listening record that she had in her collection. She'd have these people schmoozing to the song stylings of Burt Bacharach in no time. If only she could get inside the building. She'd been instructed to use the back entrance where event staff normally came and went. Her arms were loaded with two crates of records, with her laptop perched delicately on top. And the door was locked. She gave it a swift kick with the toe of her boot praying that she wouldn't lose her balance beneath the weight of her equipment. "Hello? A little help here, please?"

[stellaspins]

Playing the Project Blanc Charity Ball @ The Dorchester tonight. Figured I’d go all out for the white party! SEE YOU THERE & Don’t forget to donate to all the good little kiddies!