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If theyโd told no-one, maybe theyโd have been better off. But he was 16 now. And the knowledge pool had continued to seep outwards, slowly but surely. At first itโd just been them. Now, everyone knew. His parentsโ colleagues. His teachers. Even his own friends. As Skrillexโs world came ever-more to resemble The Truman Show, Mrs Moore no doubt bought him yet more Transformers merchandise and searched ever-harder for the one confectionary that would evaoprate all her guilt.
Then, the inevitable happened. When he was out one day, Sonny ran into a family friend. โI saw your mother the other day,โ said this family friend. โHuh?โ said Skrills. The guy named the woman. โUhโฆ no.โ Skrillex continued. โThatโs not my mother. Thatโs just a family friend.โ
They parted. But suddenly the clues were there once you looked for them. That afternoon a thousand far-off bells jingled in the back of his head. He ignored them until he couldnโt any more. He went to his parents. Confronted them. They sat him down. Then they told him.
If you calculate how badly Sonny reacted to being told he couldnโt, as a 14 year old, smoke cigarettes on the property of a caring-sharing private performing arts school, and multiply it by โmy entire life is effectively a shallow sham perpertrated upon me by those I loved the mostโ, itโs safe to assume he turned puce, then magenta, then black, then spent about 72 hours rocking back and forth violently like an oil derrick of uncoiling anger. This was a brain coming off its moorings. This was exactly the sort of life moment that called for the most radical gesture he could muster, short of a school shooting rampage.
So, in true rock-n-roll fashion, Sonny ran away. He skipped over the back fence armed only with a suitcase, a dream, and an economy pack of eyeliner. Heโd been corresponding online with a small emo band out there.