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"Scratch-o, hey!"
Breathe in. Breathe out.
DJ Yellow watches his Student at the tables; Adrenaline is coursing through them, speeding up their heartbeats.
"Break, c'mon, ooh!"
It's up to the DJ to call the cues. It's up to the Student to respond in turn. They've been practicing for this day.
"Scratch-o, hey!"
Their heads bounce softly to the beat, syncing up in perfect rhythm. Cue, input, cue, input, back and forth like a well-oiled machine.
"And stop, ooh!"
Just one mistake could end it, just like both of the attempts before. The Flow would shatter and the voice only they could hear would tell them that they'd failed.
"Let's go!"
They can't fail.
"Scratch-o, hey!"
He can feel it, deep in his bones, how the Flow reacts to Student's call. The very air joins them in the song, their hearts beat in perfect time.
"Break, c'mon, ooh!"
His voice can crack, so long as he calls the cues. He can stutter, so long as he stays on rhythm. He cannot, will not, be responsible for Blue's failure.
"Scratch-o, hey!"
They're so close, he can nearly taste it. Everything comes to a head in this moment, just one more time.
"And stop, ooh!"
One. Two. Three.
"Scratch-o, he-!"
The Flow is suddenly shattered by the sound of Student's hand connecting with DJ Yellow's face. The world stops and holds its collective breath as the DJ falls to the floor. Would it…?
"You failed…"
Fuck.