It's 1 AM, the club is packed and it took 10 minutes just to get to the DJ booth.
For some reason, the manager of the place was DJing (i.e, changing songs after they finish). As I put my DJ bag down and start unpacking i see rows and rows of drinks and clothing items but I take some of it away to make room for my stuff.
While I've got my laptop in my hands and fiddling with the Echo DJ sound card to get it into the express slot a girl comes running and jumping, bumps in to me and makes me drop the sound card on the floor, in the dark.
Out with the cell phone, use the light to find the sound card, pick it up, dust it off and start fiddling again.
It takes another 10 seconds before one of the manager's friends comes and leans right across me, pushing me to the side, to speak to the manager who just went from a low tempo hiphop beat to a 135 bpm "I'm blue...." remix, knowing I'm just about to go on and play an RnB set.
I almost lost my balance while being pushed so I try to shove him backwards somewhat carefully to regain my balance. That's when the guy picks a fight with me.
I explained to him I'm supposed to get on and play in 5 minutes and I need some space to setup. The icing on the cake is then the manager, who defends his friend, saying "he's with me". Well... duh.
5 more people come pushing their way through to get their sweaters and jackets in the booth and I had enough.
I packed my stuff back down, told the manager that I'm leaving and tried to explain why. He ignored me, and I left. During 15 years of DJing I have never, ever left a gig, until tonight.
Have you?
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