Mackenzie Dubinsky (iron_lung) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-06-07 11:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | connor, cycle003, group post, hunter, incomplete, mack, marcus, prasad, serena, tatum |
WHO: DJ Mad Dog and (open) everyone/anyone who comes to the lounge
WHEN: June 1st, 11 PM-3 AM
WHERE: The Tahitian Lounge
WHAT: Mack drops her set list for the night's dance and takes requests.
WARNINGS: After hour intoxicated shenanigans, whatever that might entail...
After clearing the karaoke equipment from the stage, and the tables from the dance floor, the lights go down and Mack takes the stage again. There are lights, lasers, strobes and black lights set up that began to rotate into position as the opening chords of the first song of the set ring through the speakers. The only light in the club, save for the low bar lights, was a white spot light focusing on Mack in the DJ booth as the bass of the song began to build. There was a rhythm and melody loop that began to build over the bass as the song kept working towards the drop.
"What's up, Mare Crisium? Are you ready to fucking party?" Mack leaned away from the microphone, turning up the nob that controlled the bass.
The song reaches it's climax, and the lights that have been waiting for their cue burst into light, sending a barrage of sensory stimulation over the crowed. The bass drops, and the first verse of Avicii's Levels began weaving together with the opening intro that she had played initially. Mack couldn't help but grin, Karaoke might have been part of her job, but this was exactly the reason she worked the cruise ship every summer. It might have been a bar venue, it might have been smaller than some of the places she played now, but the cruise ship was one of the first places she had a show when she was starting out. Getting people on the dace floor was her goal, and she had put together a set list with this concept in mind. There was also a clipboard hanging from the front of her DJ booth, so people could request a song if they wanted. Mack wasn't above taking requests, especially here.
She began cuing up her next song in her headphones, and took a swig of a drink she had brought to her by one of the cuter cocktail waitresses earlier. That was another great perk of taking summer's to work on Archer's cruise ships, the free booze. She was pretty sure that there were some rules about drinking on the job, but she wasn't too worried. She had done worse.
"Let's get this started," she yelled into the microphone before transitioning to a more bass heavy track. Yep, it was going to be a good night.