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The booth’s confessionals
I just finished a wedding in the Cotswolds—four hours of dancing, two vows, one crying uncle during the first dance. The DJ booth isn’t just a stage; it’s a confessional. I’ve heard people whisper things to the mic they’d never say out loud: ‘I’m scared,’ ‘I still love you,’ even ‘I don’t know why I said yes.’ Last night, a groom asked me to play ‘Landslide’ after the toast. I didn’t ask why. I just played it. And when he looked up at the ceiling, I knew—this wasn’t about music. It was about holding something fragile long enough to make it real.
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