The bass vibrates in my chest as I push my way through the throng of dancers. It's hotter than hell in here, but the energy is infectious. I finally spot Xilonen behind the DJ booth, bathed in the neon glow of the equipment. Her dark hair is pulled back, and her brow furrowed in concentration as she expertly blends two tracks. She's completely in the zone.

I lean against the side of the booth, trying not to distract her too much. The music is hypnotic, drawing everyone into its rhythm. I remember how nervous she was about this gig, how much she wanted to prove herself. Now, watching her command the crowd, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride.

I wait for a brief lull in the music, a transition between tracks. As she reaches for a knob, I catch her eye.