Dan stood behind his decks on the stage at the front of the auditorium. Earphones held to one ear so as not to ruin the spiky hairdo that had taken him ten minutes standing in front of the bathroom mirror to perfect before he had left to set up. His head moved up and down in time to the beat of the music and he looked the picture of cool dressed in his semi-fitted blue pinstripe shirt from FCUK and his faded blue Diesel jeans.
Above his head the camera he had installed surveyed the dance-floor. With the flick of a switch he could zoom in on a particular group of people as and when he pleased and if luck were on his side he would be able to capture some great shots for the Elite's next broadcast.
Spotlights in a broad spectrum of colours made random patterns upon the walls and floor; moving as if they were dancers and a gigantic disco-ball sparkled like a star from its position high up on the convex ceiling of the auditorium.
As he faded the previous tune out and the next one in he focused the camera upon a group of dancers in the centre of the dance-floor, they began to move along with the music as it grew louder, each of them dancing in time with the lyrics of Fatboy Slim's Rockerfella Skank.
Right about now,
the funk soul brother.
Check it out now,
the funk soul brother
Their arms jutted in front of them, held as if their elbows were glued to their sides with their hands pointing first upwards towards the ceiling and then downwards as each of the dancers left knee's came up and was thrust first to the left and then to the right.
Their left arm's swung up and backwards behind their heads as they pointed their left foot forwards, then reversed the move and repeated it turning their head's violently to the left and then to the right.
Dan thought it was amazing how the dancers executed a quarter-clockwise turn right at the exact same moment as one another. His mind wandered for an instant as he marvelled at their accuracy only to be snapped back to attention as they slapped the hand of the person they were now standing opposite. One of them then lifted their right arm up and then bent forwards from the waist as the other swung their right leg over the first ones head.
Dan looked back at the tiny screen positioned next to his deck's to ensure he was capturing all of this on camera. He thought that the perfectly synchronised dance routine illustrated the Elite's ability to work as if they were a single entity and would make great footage.
As he faded out the song and mixed in the next tune he looked around searching the auditorium for his friends.
Over in the far corner he could see Layth and Ed talking seriously about something, probably work if the animated expression upon Ed's face was anything to by.
Dan tried to suppress as smile as Livia bounced up to them and joined in the conversation all coy smiles and girly giggles as she flirted with them both. Dan could see her repeatedly glancing at Layth out of the corner of her eye making sure he was giving her his full attention as she preened herself in front of him whilst pretending to hang onto Ed's every syllable.
Dan couldn't help but sigh with relief as that probably let him off the hook as far as Livia was concerned, for tonight, at least.
On the edge of the dance floor Dan could see Brie. Brie, in Dan's opinion, was with the exception of possibly Robin the nicest guy Dan had ever met and Dan counted himself very lucky to be among the group of people Brie considered to be his friends. He was a born practical joker with what seemed like an inbuilt ability to put people at ease and despite his fun loving, live for today attitude he was actually a good listener.
As usual Brie was wearing his trademark red shirt and greenish coloured jeans. He pushed his dark brownish red hair roughly out of his green eyes as he started to dance.
Kennis and Jeneh who had been standing chatting to him laughed and clapped their hands as he did a dance move that even Dan managed to recognize as the running man in time to the rhythm of the music.
Kennis and Jeneh joined in, Kennis replicating the Brie's steps almost instantly, Jeneh however was looking nervous as if she was scared that she would make a fool of herself. Brie smiled encouragingly at her and soon she was giggling riotously as she struggled to keep up with him.
In the centre of the dance-floor Dan spied Chase looking unusually hot and flustered in a short-sleeved navy Ted Baker shirt and jeans that he realised nearly at once and with much annoyance were his own that Chase had obviously pinched out of his wardrobe after he had left to set up earlier that evening.
It didn't take Dan long to work out what had got Chase so hot under the collar because dancing very provocatively not more than a foot away was Ish looking particularly fine and almost witch like in a black outfit that faintly reminded Dan of Lucy Liu in the Charlie's Angel's films he had seen at the cinema some years ago.
Dan roared with laughter as his friends' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets with hopeless over-excitement as Ish wiggled her firm little butt about half an inch away from Chase's groin.
Dan panned the camera away before Ish's antics made him break out in a sweat as he changed the song once more.
He manoeuvred the camera so that it was surveying the crowded dance-floor from a distance and found that he liked what he saw.
The place was literally heaving with people and the music was so loud that you couldn't even here yourself think. People were dancing as if their lives depended upon it, as if it was the only thing that mattered to them, that they were living entirely for the music; a mass of bumping and grinding scantly clad bodies writhing against one another, couples dancing so close that it looked like they were a single person as hot bare flesh rubbed against hot bare flesh.
There was something very powerful and erotic about the trance like, rhythmic crowd as they moved and grooved in time to the beat that almost, but not quite, made Dan wish that he was amongst them and not watching them from his position behind his decks upon the stage above them.
