How it all began:

Bass booming darkly, strobe lights flashing gloomy. Smoke is swirling through the air of the music club. Tight underground sound playing. People being in their own world, dancing and flowing with the vibe of the music. A mass of dancers moving like one big living organism. Within it: Screaming, laughter, people exchanging glances.

Break. The DJ builds up tension by filtering parts out of the music, which now sounds muffled and quieter, the voices of the clubbers can now be heard louder. The bassline stops, just the drums and two other musical elements remain. A new arpeggio sound comes in and the tension builds up. The music evolves, gets louder and clearer again, as a new music track gets mixed in. The people feel that the music will soon unfold its maximum energy.

Zip. Darkness. Silence. Maybe just a second. The music starts to play again. Deep, dense and lulling. A steady dim background light slowly fades in and starts to illuminate the environment indirectly. An incredibly gigantic backlit wall appears. It shows giant graphics looking like a row of mixer faders. Besides the faders are led lights bouncing up and down according to the music. Huge black pillars and light sources – mostly red and green – are suddenly everywhere on the floor.

„This is… unbelievable“ Tinytec says, trying to not loose her dark pink cap that partly covers her not so dark pink hairs because of her dancing moves. „This is the most amazing special FX show i’ve ever seen. This is the best club of the world! Oh, guys, look at the floor!“

Knoobi smiles so bright, he probably never smiled brighter. He keeps on dancing and with him his magnificent head of blond hair with a perfectly timed latency. He knows what Tinytec means: They are standing on a floor with plastic plates that bounce up and down every time they jump around on them. Some even light up red when they hit them.

Filtertyp just stands around in his black hoodie sweater, his hands in his pockets, looking severe. „Guys, something is freaking wrong here.“ „This is so awesome!“ Knoobi replies. „Check out all those light sources flashing and all these pillars, this enormous video screen, all those effects are so stunning!“

„I don’t know. I think what you call effects are not by a laser show or something. Even the most advanced technology can not do this!” He slowly moves to a black pillar, which is roughly of his height and touches it carefully. “Damn! I mean look over here, you can even touch the pillar. They are real! How did they make them appear all over sudden? By tons of hydraulic ramps?“ Knoobi jumps onto a plate, jumps up again, performances a flip, lands on the floor in front of Filtertyp, kneeling and imitates a kung fu blow to Filtertyp’s stomach, while smiling. “ Professor Filtertyp, how about putting energy from the mouth to the feet and dance?”

Not reacting to Knoobi’s quite extraordinary moves, Filtertyp says: „Didn’t you notice the shaking the second when the lights and the music were off?“ „It was the bass shaking and quaking!“ Knoobi quickly replies while making another special dance move, so that his green cape flies trough the air. Filtertyp sighs. „There was no music playing that moment as I already said. And another thing: Where the are Zalia and Colorsync all over sudden?“ Tinytec takes notice: „Yeah, where are they?“ “You two: Just stay here, I will take a look around!” Filtertyp replies with a slight commanding tone and moves away.

Filtertyp scans the area with a grim glimpse. The other club people keep on dancing as if nothing was wrong. While holding two fingers under his chin he notices a chase light on the floor and moves toward it. The first light flashes, then the second, then the next, one at a time, sixteen lights overall. The light flashing runs in a loop. The first light flashes again when the 16th flashed, perfectly timed with the beats of the music.

Filtertyp stumbles of something on the floor. The beats stop. “Why does the DJ take out the drums now, it just doesn’t fit into the musical flow?” he thinks and places himself onto the little ridge he stumbled upon, in order to have a better overview over the scene.

The beats start again. “Heh?” he speaks out loudly to himself. “No…“ he says calmly and pauses. “Ok…“. Filtertyp jumps up and down. The beats stop again.

“Filter!” A young female in dark clothing, red hairs and oversized dark brown boots runs towards him. “Hey Zalia!” Filtertyp shouts out with relieve. Zalia screams although she already reached him. “Ain’t that amazing?! I think we are in something like a giant…”

Zip. Everything is dark again but all the people are glowing this time. Flash. Most of the people fade out of the scene within two seconds. A short hefty quake erupts throwing some of the remaining people onto the floor. “Audio Studio?” Filtertyp whispers and passes out.