Rave On: O-L-I-N

“You good to go?” Cyd called to Olin, as she jumped in time to the loop playing, skipping from one foot to the other. “Hungry crowd out there!”

“Ready to go!” Olin said blowing her a kiss full of excitement, slowly dropping his level to let Cyd hype up the crowd. He already has his set lined up, planning to start with something strong while the crowd was hot. Some back up to adjust depending on the crowd's vibe and mood. Making music was art and so was playing the right loops at the right time to match the mood of the crowd.

DJ Digi Kitty bounced behind the turntable, changing the lights to a criss cross pattern and amping up the music. “Here, Kitty Kitty Kitty!” one of the rave goers called, more joining in. Cyd turned the lights completely off.

“Psss psss psss psss…” The crowd answered, as if calling a cat.

“Turn it Up Up Up” started low from the speakers growing in volume , and soon the crowd, like Kitty, were jumping on their toes, hands in the air. Most were flying pretty high already, Mathias’ specialty, drugs that hit fast, kept you in the clouds, let you down easy.

Lasers appeared on the brick walls. They were an expense, but Olin had foot the bill. Worth every penny as they started spelling out letters that spanned floor to ceiling, and then on the ceiling itself. “O!” The crowd chanted with the letter. “L” They called again. “I” Digi Kitty let that hang for a second, hitting the “N.” She repeated this ten, twelve times, each time, the ravers getting louder, the music getting louder. She cut the music, cut all other lights, as Olin’s name bounced off each wall in the tunnel. And as she predicted, the crowd lost their shit.

“Hyped!” She yelled over the noise, shuffling over to Olin. “Kill it!” She said at the top of her lungs, barely audible though she was now just inches from the new minted DJ. Even with the beads of sweat that glistened on his forehead he looked right at home, hot, pure fire. Her eyes met his, giddy from the energy of the crowd, she smiled encouragingly. Every emotion was amplified, Mathias’ Red Devils didn’t hurt either. “Kill it,” she mouthed slowly.

Olin's arm slipped around Cyd waist, pulling her in close for a quick peck on the lips and letting her go as he clicked the button to start the first loop. The music started to pound and he moved one hand over his turn table and the other over his Lauchpad, the button flashing colors adjusting and mixing live. The bass was so heavy one could feel it vibrate in your chest. With such an amped crown he dove into the beat to meet their energy, mixing the beat to be more high energy. Olin's charm and charisma helped work the crowd, keeping them going and entranced in the rhythm.

Cyd recovered from the kiss - what was it about Olin? and continued to help work the crowd, letting herself get lost in the music, her shoes, her ears flashing to the beat. Her eyes landed on Mathias’ jacket and she waved him to the front when she caught his eye.