His control of the crowd was mesmerizing. Totally in awe, I stood entranced. I had partaken in a fair amount of these pheromone festivals ever so deserving of the hashtags #lit, #offthechain, #turntup, or whatever the current buzz phrase was to describe the most epic events. Like most, I came merely looking for a fix of some sort. I wanted to dance my cares away, see and be seen, or build up the confidence to persuade someone's daughter that I was exactly the guy she needed to know in this exact moment, and tell her to "stay close, very close". However, at that moment, I realized that I was an unwitting participant playing a small role in a colossal production. At least that's how I felt.
There was an all-consuming vibe that night, and he was the omnipotent source with absolute control over it. He had authority over the mood, the movement, and the energy of the atmosphere without uttering a word. As I surveyed my surroundings, I saw bodies totally engrossed in the sounds and rhythms that exuded from the speakers. It was if all their worries and inhibitions had suddenly vanished. All that mattered was the next song they heard, and the next, and the next, and so on. Until that moment, I was not beyond this type of control. But for a brief moment, I was Neo seeing things from beyond the Matrix. I realized that no one cared what had transpired that day or what was going to unveil tomorrow. Their only desire was for this particular moment in time to last forever.
The adept controller seemed to be some type of mind-altering deity, and we were all sacrifices for his almighty power. It was as if he was subconsciously ushering us into some enchanted utopia. He held our destiny, literally, at his fingertips. In my young impressionable mind, this was one of the most powerful experiences I had ever witnessed. At that very moment, my future became clear to me, and I realized that I, too, desired that power. I wanted to be a DJ.