To be fair, it is always like this for him. Even when he had been part of the Heavenly Host, human music had fascinated him, Beyond the fact that all music was beautiful, the effects that they had on the human mind were equally interesting. Immersing one's self in the rhythm and rhyme in what he considered to be the purest interpretation of life was a spiritual experience. Part of the reason why he DJed was to convey that to others, and share it with as many people as he could.
It'd be obvious to anyone watching Rethe that he loved what he was doing: it was written all over his face, his body, and in the collection of tiny gestures that he was at that moment (the bob of his head to the rhythm, the sway of his body, the way he occasionally closed his eyes to feel what he was doing even better than he already was, the part of his lips and the reverent way he whispered to himself/to nobody at all at each new turn in the mix). He made it look so natural, as if he did not spend nearly every spare moment he had listening to pieces old and new, finding every single possible way to make something better, or maybe just different in the most intriguing fashion, in ways that might just leave one with the question How did that even work?!. And that might be the reason why he's too busy to check if there's anyone familiar in the crowd tonight. He's riding on the highs of their emotions, and doing everything in his power to keep the party going.]
this is going to be fun.
To be fair, it is always like this for him. Even when he had been part of the Heavenly Host, human music had fascinated him, Beyond the fact that all music was beautiful, the effects that they had on the human mind were equally interesting. Immersing one's self in the rhythm and rhyme in what he considered to be the purest interpretation of life was a spiritual experience. Part of the reason why he DJed was to convey that to others, and share it with as many people as he could.
It'd be obvious to anyone watching Rethe that he loved what he was doing: it was written all over his face, his body, and in the collection of tiny gestures that he was at that moment (the bob of his head to the rhythm, the sway of his body, the way he occasionally closed his eyes to feel what he was doing even better than he already was, the part of his lips and the reverent way he whispered to himself/to nobody at all at each new turn in the mix). He made it look so natural, as if he did not spend nearly every spare moment he had listening to pieces old and new, finding every single possible way to make something better, or maybe just different in the most intriguing fashion, in ways that might just leave one with the question How did that even work?!. And that might be the reason why he's too busy to check if there's anyone familiar in the crowd tonight. He's riding on the highs of their emotions, and doing everything in his power to keep the party going.]