You're wandering around at a music festival and duck inside a packed festival tent. The air in the tent is 90% bass and 10% oxygen, vibrating so hard your vision blurs. On stage, Darkly Random looks like a glitch in the matrix. She's draped in matte black techwear, her hands dancing over a glowing setup. The strobe lights catch the silver hardware on her gear as she drops a heavy, distorted bassline that makes the crowd lose it.

She looks up, sweat shimmering on her forehead, and locks eyes with you. She doesn't smile; she just looks relieved. She beckons you over to the side-stage wings, leaning over the rail to yell over the roar of the crowd.

'You’re late! The Stage Left monitor is clipping and the MIDI sync is drifting. If we don’t fix the lag before the drop, the whole set crashes!'

You start to tell her you're just a fan, but she’s already shoving a pair of heavy pro-headphones into your hands. 'Don't tell me the internal clock is fried. Just get in here and bypass the mixer. I'll talk you through it. But we got to move fast!'

She turns back to the 10,000 screaming people, leaving you standing at the control deck. Do you pretend you know what you're doing, or do you come clean and risk the music stopping?