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in terror. They were nearly mauled by the crowd! She looked at Jason and Peter who were equally as excited. They were being crushed in a throng of people who had made it into the shop. It wasn’t very large but where there should have been a cash register a make shift stage had been created. Right now a man was busy spinning an 80’s rap tune; speeding it up and slowing it down while mixing in a hard dub step beat with a heavy bass line.
People were dancing between the record displays, some of which had obviously been pushed aside to allow for more room. Yet the space was only big enough to accommodate fifty or so people. There was three times that many here now.
Someone had a microphone and Robin heard the stranger announce their arrival.
“Wheels of Steel is in the house!”
A yell of approval went up. Robin was in a state of pure amazement that the group was so popular in Japan. The man on the turntable cut his set short when Peter and Jason were ushered up to the stage. And yet he didn’t seem perturbed, only excited to hand over the baton to Wheels of Steel.
Peter had quickly plugged in his laptop and began playing More Love. The crowd went insane. Jason donned earphones and was setting up some records, leafing through a crate of vinyl and plucking his favorites out of the batch. Meanwhile Peter was looping more Wheels of Steels tunes in with More Love . Suddenly she heard him looping Love’s End and her voice sang one verse over and over ‘You don’t mean nothing to me…’
Peter’s mix made it sound so funky and cool and Robin looked around at the people wondering if they knew that was her singing. They were jamming and dancing and swaying to the music.
Robin felt a smile cross her lips. She looked at Belinda who stood next to her, dancing and completely lost to the sound of the music that her man was spinning. Robin closed her eyes and allowed the music to fill her and soon she too began to sway to the music mix.
Chapter Seven
Jason didn’t contemplate whether anyone would like the new stuff he planned to spin. It wasn’t hip-hop or Dubstep but more ambient with notes of Asian and soul.
He pulled up the sounds from his laptop--ones that he had recorded while in Atlanta and he chopped and screwed them into music behind the back drop of Out of hand by Shlomo.
Jason continued flipping records into the mix, only partially hearing the crowd grooving with him. He was flowing into the music so completely that his head bobbed to the beat while his body swayed with the rhythm. He stood without the use of the cane, his leg braces bearing the brunt of his weight for him.
When he finally looked up, after spinning for about forty minutes he saw Robin was dancing slowly while staring at him. He winked at her and she smiled and gave him two thumbs up.
He hadn’t had time to really show her what he was creating. This was the debut of his new sound and by the reaction of the crowd they liked it. He lowered his head and spun some of Akita Tom’s hits into his sounds and before he knew it he had been playing for the better part of an hour.
Hidalgo leaned in and yelled at him that his set was hot and Jason relinquished the turntable to one of his idols.
He went out to the dancing crowd, some slapping him on the back. When he reached Robin he moved behind her and rested his body against her, curling his lanky limbs about her and he allowed her to dance for the both of them.
Peter and Belinda were kissing and dancing from his wheelchair and Y and Amberly had arrived and they were dancing—actually Y was dancing and Amberly was flailing around in jerky motions but oblivious to how she looked. Which was actually rather cool, Robin couldn’t help thinking. She never cared what others thought of her. Amberly owned her Cerebral Palsy. She never let it run her—even when it came to her trying to seduce another person’s man.
Y was a good dancer. He wore leather pants and a black shirt that was rolled up to
People were dancing between the record displays, some of which had obviously been pushed aside to allow for more room. Yet the space was only big enough to accommodate fifty or so people. There was three times that many here now.
Someone had a microphone and Robin heard the stranger announce their arrival.
“Wheels of Steel is in the house!”
A yell of approval went up. Robin was in a state of pure amazement that the group was so popular in Japan. The man on the turntable cut his set short when Peter and Jason were ushered up to the stage. And yet he didn’t seem perturbed, only excited to hand over the baton to Wheels of Steel.
Peter had quickly plugged in his laptop and began playing More Love. The crowd went insane. Jason donned earphones and was setting up some records, leafing through a crate of vinyl and plucking his favorites out of the batch. Meanwhile Peter was looping more Wheels of Steels tunes in with More Love . Suddenly she heard him looping Love’s End and her voice sang one verse over and over ‘You don’t mean nothing to me…’
Peter’s mix made it sound so funky and cool and Robin looked around at the people wondering if they knew that was her singing. They were jamming and dancing and swaying to the music.
Robin felt a smile cross her lips. She looked at Belinda who stood next to her, dancing and completely lost to the sound of the music that her man was spinning. Robin closed her eyes and allowed the music to fill her and soon she too began to sway to the music mix.
Chapter Seven
Jason didn’t contemplate whether anyone would like the new stuff he planned to spin. It wasn’t hip-hop or Dubstep but more ambient with notes of Asian and soul.
He pulled up the sounds from his laptop--ones that he had recorded while in Atlanta and he chopped and screwed them into music behind the back drop of Out of hand by Shlomo.
Jason continued flipping records into the mix, only partially hearing the crowd grooving with him. He was flowing into the music so completely that his head bobbed to the beat while his body swayed with the rhythm. He stood without the use of the cane, his leg braces bearing the brunt of his weight for him.
When he finally looked up, after spinning for about forty minutes he saw Robin was dancing slowly while staring at him. He winked at her and she smiled and gave him two thumbs up.
He hadn’t had time to really show her what he was creating. This was the debut of his new sound and by the reaction of the crowd they liked it. He lowered his head and spun some of Akita Tom’s hits into his sounds and before he knew it he had been playing for the better part of an hour.
Hidalgo leaned in and yelled at him that his set was hot and Jason relinquished the turntable to one of his idols.
He went out to the dancing crowd, some slapping him on the back. When he reached Robin he moved behind her and rested his body against her, curling his lanky limbs about her and he allowed her to dance for the both of them.
Peter and Belinda were kissing and dancing from his wheelchair and Y and Amberly had arrived and they were dancing—actually Y was dancing and Amberly was flailing around in jerky motions but oblivious to how she looked. Which was actually rather cool, Robin couldn’t help thinking. She never cared what others thought of her. Amberly owned her Cerebral Palsy. She never let it run her—even when it came to her trying to seduce another person’s man.
Y was a good dancer. He wore leather pants and a black shirt that was rolled up to
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