• In my left ear, I heard the incoming track. I had a few seconds left before the drop. My right ear listened to the deafening noise that was the crowd mixing with the music pouring from a hundred speakers. My vision flicked from the hundreds of dancing, sweating bodies that pulsed and waved in time to the beat and the table before me. My right hand worked the sliders while my left prepared for the switch. The room smelled like pot, cigarettes, a mixture of aromas that had a scent suspiciously close to sex. The inside of my mouth was dryer than cotton and what was once a blotter tab had fragmented into millions of pieces.

    That moment just before the drop was... infinite.