The show was packed. Overflowing even. I had no way of being able to reach her before the show, with all of this publicity. I'd have to wait, bide my time and confront her backstage.
"Hey dude, have I seen you from somewhere?"
I looked to the man to my right. He was in his mid twenties. Short brown hair. Well built. Polo shirt.
"Yeaaah, yer that one magician. I saw your acts here before!" He deduced, stroking his goatee with a smile.
I sheepishly nod. "Well... Yes I am. I wanted to see this performance."
"Oooohoho man dude, yer in for a wild ride." He chuckled, before looking back to the stage. I did the same, unsure of what I was about to witness.
Fog billowed from the stage, seeping down into the audience as a machine began to rise. Speakers on each end. A turntable at the center. And the famed Vinyl at the center, her violet sunglasses piercing the darkness with their glow.
Laser lights began to beam through the fog and into the crowd. They cheered. They chanted their name, and finally, a stage light shined on her, and she smirked.
She was a short woman. Wore a suit akin to a white horse. Made her look like some cartoon character or something. Guess it was some show gimmick. Like Daft Punk's suits or Deadmau5's helmet. I was not impressed. More creeped out than anything else.
But the crowed loved it, they roared as she raised her hooves into the air. "YOU READY TO PARTY LAS VEGAS!?" She called out, they replied in kind. "THEN LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED."
And with one flick of a switch, the music began.
And my world began to blur.