[center][color=red][h1][u][b]A verbal raposte[/b][/u][/h1][/color][img]http://24.media.tumblr.com/65c334aeb722aa588dcdf36d051fff59/tumblr_mjjkazwGM21rxn97oo1_500.gif[/img]
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[color=red][b]Where:[/b] The Party[/color]
[color=red][b]Who:[/b] Entire crowd, Sophie Blackthorn is the main subject though [@Ace of flames01][/color]
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Jack almost laughed with delight as she replied, her voice hanging in the air and rolling into his ears softly. As she sang, Jack let his mind wander from the music he was playing, and instead he imagined her own tune, something seemingly only the pair of them was sharing now, despite being surrounded by the crowd. Jack had thrown down the gauntlet, and she had stepped up to meet him, and then exceed him. He would be damned before he ever let himself be outdone in a competition that he had started. But, before he could begin a response, she started to back away. He wanted to follow, wanted to chase after her into the night to continue their fun. But he was stuck. He was working and couldn't leave his station unless he wanted to risk the wrath of his employers and the cancellation of the large sum of money into his bank account. Thinking on his feet, he smirked, putting his headphones on he started lining up tracks and changes.

This was not part of his set, it had never been part of his plan, and so he needed to work on what he already knew and play the sampling by ear. Letting the track playing run down, he had another song in one ear, and a third in his other. His brain was working automatically to line up the next two sounds and decide how best to transition them. Settling on his beginning, he started, turning the current track down as he spoke.

[color=red]"We're going to have some fun tonight."[/color] He said, leaning into the mic. [color=red]"Are you ready?"[/color] By way of response, the crowd cheered and whooped as a mob, many jumping up and down and still dancing despite the fact the music was non-existent. Jack smiled and started to clap, hands above his head, and in doing so nodded when people started to join him. The calp was taken up by the crowd on the beach, and then the one on the patio, and even by some of the people at drink tents and near the bonfire. [color=red]"One."[/color] Jack nudged his deck, checking settings and once again wishing he had lights. [color=red]"Two."[/color] Jack laughed as he stopped clapping, but the others continued. Bless, they were like inebriated little lemmings. [color=red]"One, two, three, go!"[/color] With that, Jack dropped the bass. A cacophony of noise erupted from the speakers, drowning out the sound of clapping, which ceased just as quickly as people alternated back to wild dancing. An electronic symphony of EDM and bass pulsed over the people and Jack swore he could feel the sand shaking, however he could not keep this up forever. Firstly, he was certain the girl from earlier would not return if she had to do so fighting to keep her ear drums intact, but also, he wanted to quip back. 

Lining up transitions, Jack alternated the beat, cutting out every other beat, halving the speed immediately, yet still keeping people in time. Notes made way again now, as Jack's fingers danced over the deck. This time some were dragged out and others were shortened more. Turning the track from harder EDM into lighter house. People's dancing was less erratic and he saw grins at the chance for some respite from wild swinging. Jack chose this moment to make his reply. 

[color=red]"Let me say it now, whilst I've got your attention. Every storm has an eye, and this is no different. So fly little birdie, do not delay. I'd hate to think that I was forcing you to stay."[/color] The lyrics were flowing from him, and Jack closed his eyes, listening to the beat of the track to start again. [color=red]"Yet, do not believe that my being a gentleman, is really a sign I cannot chase after you hun'. I'm just trapped and inviting you up to me, the view from this cage is really quite something to see."[/color] As Jack finished singing, he gave an enormous grin, at the very least she had to have gotten the message. There wasn't a place on the beach that anybody could hide from his voice over the speakers.