MMMMM-HMMMMMM. OH MY LAWD! WHOOO! AW YEAH! OH YEAH! AWW YEAH! OH YEA! MMMM-HMMMMM. AW YEAH!
Yes indeedy. DJ L Scream made us give a hoot (we did not pollute), and yip and howl and holler. Her DJ name was quite the auspicious one for rousing a crowd of sweaty xx chromosomes like ourselves. Her mix was so damn fine, it could have very well been illegal, actually. And that would have led us all into court for sure, screaming all the way to the slammer, like sweet Deistra Hicks here.
This densely packed hit-happy playlist inspired us all to have a moment of two that was borderline exalted and freakish. You can’t imagine what that would look like? Then see exhibit A, below.
And although there were quite a few of us freaking out in the studio, we still each managed to cover quite a bit of real estate – sprinting from end to end, weaving through the crowd and making magic happen. And what happens when one combines real estate and magic? This: