Every dance floor is a living organism. The crowd isn’t background—it’s the band. My job isn’t to control them, but to listen to them. To guide, react, and sometimes get out of the way.
I’ve seen strangers hug mid-set, friends form at sunrise, tears fall on the drop. These aren’t my achievements—they’re ours. The DJ may hold the wheel, but the passengers make the trip.
When you come to a Black Mo set, there’s no VIP rope, no hierarchy. Just rhythm. Sweat, smiles, and shared energy. That’s the point: the night belongs to everyone.
