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Until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I looked back and saw Max standing behind me.

She sighed. “You’re needed at the bar.”

“Why?”

“A problem. The bartenders are getting nervous and need backup.”

I sighed heavily. At least they’d tried.

“All right. I’ll be there in a second.”

I queued up another few tracks, already good remixes, and followed Max away from the stage.

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