Finally, a tech runs on stage. He jams a new USB into Slot A. The kick drum hits.
Denial. He waves his arms, screaming "EVERYBODY FUCKING JUMP!" Nobody jumps. The silence is so loud that you can hear a girl in the front row sigh and check her Instagram DMs. david guetta fail
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. Finally, a tech runs on stage
For ten seconds, tinny, phone-speaker-quality audio of Sia plays through a $2 million Funktion-One sound system. Denial
Guetta falls to his knees. He kisses the stage floor.
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.