A cheeky [tech/bass] house roller with chopped vocals, chunky bass, and a touch of swagger — equal parts club heat and attitude.

Credits — Written & produced by Uncle Bud
Mix/Master — Unc's Garage

Version: Original Mix

For fans of: Chris Lake / Cloonee / AC Slater / Biscits

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♤● A.Y.O.B.A.I ○♧

Starring The Beautiful Talented Trio:

Nova Knight I. 《¿》

Destiny Bass II. 《♡》

Amiie Dark III. 《☆》

"ETERNAL FREQUENCY"

ACT I – QUEENS ON THE DECKS

A.Y.O.B.A.I — 3 Women who turn nightlife into Cosmic Ritual.

Nova Knight – The leader. A poetic fierce Latina DJ that brings the crowd together with her Filthy Underground sound. Her sets are pure emotion sculpted into light in the night as the crowd dances till 6 in the morning.

Destiny Bass – A mysterious Korean female Vocalist & DJ. She is mysterious with her Heavy Dark House Metal set in the Denver nightlife scene.

Amiie Dark – A British goddess who blends Underground Electric Minimal Melbourne House sets in the packed shows every night.

Every night, they electrify cities — from Denver rooftops to Melbourne warehouses. The crowds don’t just dance; they ascend. Lights pulse like galaxies, and for a few hours, everyone forgets who they are.

They call their world tour “The Ascension.” And it’s not just music — It’s Audio Alchemy.

ACT II – THE NIGHT THAT NEVER ENDS

In L.A, their biggest show yet. The stage floats over a sea of neon bodies, fog rolling like cosmic mist. The bass hits 120 decibels — it shakes hearts, bones, even the walls of reality.

During the final mix — “3Sixxx9” — Nova feels something strange. The lights stutter. The visuals twist into infinite spirals. The crowd blurs into silhouettes of energy, not people.

Aiime glances at her — her eyes glowing with a fractal reflection. Destiny's hands move like liquid metal over the turntables.

Then — boom. A white flash.
The music cuts.

When Nova blinks, the crowd is gone.
The lights are dim.
And her friends — Destiny and Aiime — have vanished— 

ACT III – THE AFTERECHO

Nova stumbles off the stage.
“Hello?!” she screams into the empty club.

Echoes answer — warped versions of her own voice.
The speakers hum with a low tone, like the Earth itself breathing.

She looks down — her hands flicker, glitching.
Was this real?
Was it the acid trip they all took before the show?
Did she slip into a permatrip — her mind looping inside a hallucination?

Flashes of memory assault her:

A hospital light.

Monitors beeping.

Her body motionless on a bed.

Someone whispering, “She’s not waking up…”

Nova gasps. “Am I… dead?”

She runs through the corridors of the club — but each door opens into another version of the same room. The DJ booth. The lights. The silence.

ACT IV – DIMENSIONS IN SOUND

Every time she plays a new track, reality shifts.
When she drops a beat, stars form around her.
When she scratches the vinyl, galaxies tear open.

She realizes the club has become a cosmic nexus, built from her mind — and the music is the only thing holding it together.

She sees ghostly silhouettes of Aiime and Destiny in the lights — flickering like echoes of past frequencies.
Their voices whisper through reverb:

> “You never came back, Nova. We’re still waiting. Play the last song.”

ACT V – THE FINAL TRACK

With trembling hands, Nova loads her last record — one she doesn’t remember creating.

It’s titled: “Can't Hear You Scream.”

As it spins, the sound grows unbearable — a mix of her heartbeat and the universe collapsing.

Reality peels away.
Flashes of hospital machines.
Crowds screaming.
News headlines:

> “Two DJs Missing After Festival Explosion.”
“Nova Knight is in Critical Condition.”

A tear runs down her cheek.
“Was it all just… a dream?”

A faint voice answers —
“Dreams are just other frequencies, Nova.”

The lights fade into white.

In a hospital bed, Nova’s eyes flutter. Machines beep steadily.
Doctors rush in, she says.

“Turn it up Three SIx Nine…”

Then, a faint beat begins on the heart monitor. She rips the ivy out of her arm and then sits up, and just as she is about to run, 2 guys walk into the emergency room and introduce themselves as 

CROOKLYN 369

They tell her to get ready she is scheduled to headline in Vegas in 6hrs. 

She says to them.

“If this is a dream… don’t wake me up."

I make music and DJ - uncbookingandproduction@gmail.com - Im a spooky ghost