Records float around me, spinning wildly, and run inside.

"I AM THE DJ!!!" I yell.  

Moi!~

I stop the mixtape after people start dying of asthma issues and think of the winner when someone comes in and declares, "I AM THE DJ!!!"

I smirk. "You thought."

"NO I AM I REALLY AM!"

"Maybe at the next party, brotha," I reply. "But for now I'm going to start mixing a Syn Cole song, possibly Feel Good, so this isn't the DJ table you're looking for. Move along, move along."

I amp the base while the person's screams are drowned out by people singing and the lights flashing and the base boosting.

This is wild.  

*Facepalm* I thought this thread died or something. You guys want to give me a quick rundown on what I missed, please?

~Me, feeling curious

I'm standing right next to the doors as they slam open, almost smashing me.  It's another guy, with records spinning around him.  

I tap one, and it instantly shatters.  "How do you make these things spin like that?" I ask.

"Don't touch those!" He replies angrily. 

Me-

After studying the seemingly bottomless bag for awhile, then almost falling in, Joan and I decide to just let the mystery lie. So we ditch the bag and charge into the crowd of screaming CBers (almost getting my head sliced off by a flying record in the process. Where'd that come from??) and head over near the DJ booth where Skillet is being pumped through the speakers. We are about to join the dancers on the floor, when suddenly there comes a loud cracking sound, then the next thing I know there is a teenage girl, dressed from head to toe in long, silky robes. The speakers squeak momentarily then stop, and the surrounding dancers cease their rhythmic motions to stare at the girl. She blinks, looks around her in surprise, then turns beet red.

"Um, hi everyone! I, uh, kinda apparated into the wrong...country I guess. This by some chance doesn't happen to be Hogwarts does it?   

The party is wild. I pull out a hammer and aim toward the DJ. Perfect bulls eye. The stand cracks and the music stops playing. Everyone turns to stare at me. "Okay! Listen up folks! This is getting a bit out of hand so lets invite someone to come up the stage and peform a solo!" I say.

Everyone cheers. Except the DJ. They're not looking too happy. "You! How 'bout you come up here!" I yell. I point to . . .