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Maya tapped the crossfader on her screen. The waveform on her phone’s display pulsed in real time. She loaded an acapella from her phone’s local storage, synced it to a drum loop from a cloud backup, and felt a grin crack her exhaustion. No laptop needed. Just the Remote.

After her set, Maya leaned against the bar, phone dark in her hand. The promoter slapped her on the back. “No laptop, no USB, no fear,” he said. “How?” VirtualDJ Remote

The rival’s jaw hung open.