Close your eyes for a moment and the vision begins to take form: The sun’s rising over the mountain campground and Domino is standing over the decks, one hand cueing a tape, the other clutching an earphone against the side of her head.

The beat glides upward and she leans into it a bit, gazing out to read the crowd. She holds you out there just long enough. You may know what’s coming, but only she knows when, until her taunting grin gives it away.

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