He reaches for the CDJ. He cues the next track. He waits for the snare roll.
Guetta falls to his knees. He kisses the stage floor.
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. david guetta fail
He holds his phone up to the CDJ input.
It sounds like an ant farting.
The crowd looks at each other. A bro in a neon tank top yells, "REWIND!"
Panic. David starts playing a drum loop from the mixer’s built-in sampler. It’s a cheesy 909 kick. Boots and cats. Boots and cats. He looks like a dad trying to start a lawnmower. He reaches for the CDJ
The bass is throbbing. The champagne is spraying. Ten thousand phones are in the air, recording what is supposed to be the highlight of EDC Week.