In an abandoned warehouse, a DJ was having the best gig of her life.
Midnight was the show’s start time. She was starting to see daylight break through shattered windows.
She started in on one last song, the beat built and she frantically searched for the needed file to follow the bass drop. To stall, she took her mic and commanded the crowd through an impromptu call and answer session.
“I say ‘seize’ you say ‘the means of production.’ Got it? Seize!”
The crowd stopped momentarily, deciphering what they heard. The bass finally dropped and the dancing continued through sunrise.