Darius' fingers were doing the magic. His ears attuned to
the crowd, listening to their reaction as he scratched in another layer
to the groove he was building. They were into it and he was really in
the zone. He had been the house DJ for the past several months and his
reputation was growing.
"You're killing them tonite," said Suzanne as
she placed a gin and tonic on the stand beside the turntables.
"Mos
def," he replied. Sweat was pouring from his brow. He was in the zone
and he wanted to elevate these poor desolate people who came in for a
night of merriment to the next level.
"Who are you playing anyways?"
she inquired. She didn't recognize the main underlying groove.
"Chakra
Secrum Project," he said as he shot a glance to the album cover. "An
experimental group in the 70's."
"Wicked," she replied.
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