Leo stood behind the decks, his fingers hovering over the mixer. He looked at the crowd: bored socialites, tired tourists, and local kids looking for a reason to stay. He needed something that felt like the Mediterranean sunset but hit like a midnight heartbeat. He slid the fader up.
In the center of the floor, a woman in a silk slip dress stopped mid-sentence. She caught the rhythm, her shoulders dropping into the pocket of the beat. She looked at her partner, a smirk playing on her lips. She didn't ask; she just moved, and the floor began to fill around them. Do U Wanna Dance (Relight Orchestra Blue Remix)
The neon sign above "The Electric Palm" flickered, casting a pulsing violet glow over the rain-slicked pavement of the Riviera. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of saltwater and expensive cologne, but the atmosphere was stagnant—a room full of people waiting for a spark. Leo stood behind the decks, his fingers hovering