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// Track 1. 
// Story: Mirror-shades 
// by Owlor 
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Track 1.

All I really wanted was to blend in with the crowd. I have two-toned blue and cyan hair and enormous purple mirror-shades, this should tell you how much I failed...

The principle behind it was sound at least. In an environment lit by lasers and strobe-lights, this was practically tactical camouflage. If you want something hidden, you hide it in the place they are the least likely to look. So I hid among extroverts in clubs, in parties, fashion shows and weddings. 





From behind the DJ table, I could do what I loved without parents telling me the music is too loud, without neighbours mistaking me for a drug addict, and without friends asking me why I never go out to party any more.

I put on my headphones and disappear into the music. I taste every flavour of the song, then release the track into the atmosphere to watch the patterns change. I was a scientist doing groovy science. The dancers were points of data and I analysed it with detached interest, but took no part in it. I was happy.





But fate tends to find those that have escaped it sooner or later. I don't know what went wrong, one day I was DJ-ing for a disastrous fashion show in Ponyville, the next I was warming the dance-floor up in Clopernicus, Manehattans biggest club. Behind me waited my teenage idol, Astro$RF, to drop the needle and really get the crowd going. 

My only words to them before their set was “uhm...hi-I-really-like-your-mixtapes.” 

“Excuse me?” Astro$RF replied. 

I thought I had offended them and left the club early. In retrospect, Astro$RF prolly just didn't hear my squeaky mumbles over the music...