Desperation. He grabs the microphone. He attempts a "Where my ravers at?!" but his voice echoes off the back wall because there is no music to mask it. It sounds like a lonely man yelling into a well.
The crowd cheers—not for the music, but because the embarrassment is finally over.
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He slams the fader up.
Then, the horror sets in.
He presses the CUE button again. Nothing. He jiggles the USB stick—the same USB stick that had worked ten minutes ago during his "Titanium" singalong.
David tries the other CDJ. He taps the screen. He taps it again—harder. He looks at the FOH engineer, screaming into his mic, "DID YOU PULL THE PLUG?!" The engineer shrugs, holding up both hands. Desperation
He reaches for the CDJ. He cues the next track. He waits for the snare roll.