2025 Ebbe Aoloa Big Room (EDC Mix) More styles/Genres to Come. This was hard getting this to work. Hope you Enjoy and I'd like to hear your versions. I'm working on many styles/genres for this because I think it deserves an EP. --- Background: The track is based on a bedroom DJ trying to make ends meet and a selection of "voicemails" to build a track around. Having to deal with his landlord, his neighbour, his "friend", the club promoter, and finally his neurotic Ex!? This is the Big Room, EDM Version. I'm working on others, but want to hear yours! :) Spoken Lyrics are below, if you need anything prompting for each "verse" or anything else then reach out...Happy to help/collab --- Voicemail : Gary Hi... it’s Gary, your landlord… Look, your rent is now TWO MONTHS overdue… I’ve got bills too, you know… If I don’t hear from you by Friday, I’ll have to… escalate this. Please don’t make me escalate, okay? Just... call me back, yeah? --- Voicemail 2: Karen It’s Karen from next door! … Have you seen Mr. Fluffles?! … He’s missing!.... He never runs off! ... I heard your music last night...—really loud—and I bet he got scared! … (panic) What if he ran into traffic?! ......... What if he’s lost?!...... If something happens, you’ll hear from the council!... Call me the SECOND you hear anything! ... OH MY GOD, My Poor baby Mr. Fluffles! --- Voicemail 3: Jake Wants Guestlist Yo Man, it’s Jake........ Look...I just saw you’re DJing at Inferno this weekend... Nice, So here’s the thing......... Me and, like, four of my boys were wondering if you could hook us up on the guest list?....... You’re the guy, right? I mean, it’s your gig! Throw in a couple of drinks vouchers while you’re at it?.... I know you got the connections. Hit me back, yeah? Later!” --- Voicemail 4: Ricky The Club Promoter Hey Man! It’s Ricky from Inferno... Just touching base about your set this weekend... buzzing to have you on, mate! .. So, quick one: we’ve got a killer deal for you,. You push ticket sales hard, yeah? Like, Insta stories, TikToks, whatever the kids are doing these days...You move 100 tickets, and boom—I’ll hook you up with... wait for it... two free drink tokens! How’s that for VIP treatment, huh? Oh, also, about payment... so, like, technically we don’t pay for opening slots, but think about the exposure! ... Imagine all the people who’ll see your name in the fine print on the flyer! Massive, right? ... Plus, you’ll have, like, total freedom to spin whatever, as long as it’s bangers that get the crowd hyped for the main act... Anyway, drop me a quick post on socials tagging the club—something like ‘Catch me spinning fire this Saturday!’ Keep it hyped, you know? Let’s get that guest list buzzing, yeah? ... And don’t forget your USBs. Big love, You're my man! --- Voicemail 5: The Neurotic Ex Hey… it’s me... I can’t believe I’m doing this, leaving you this message... I cannot believe this. I.. just… I saw the flyer. You’re DJing at Inferno... our place..... where we first met. How could you!? I was there when no one else was... I was the one who told you to buy your first controller. I stayed up all night while you ‘learned to mix’ ... I made you... A nobody with a laptop... begging me to like your terrible SoundCloud mixes. And I said, ‘No… he shall be great!’ I told my friends to come to your first gig, even though the only crowd was a confused barman and a drunk man asleep in the corner. And this… THIS… is how you repay me? This—this so-called DJ career—it’s all because of me. And now… now you’re standing there behind those decks, pretending you’re some big-shot, and I’m… I’m not there... or even on the guest list!? Do you know what that feels like? It’s like you’ve ripped my heart out, stomped on it, and then turned it into a drop in your new mix. I hope every time the crowd cheers, you hear my voice in your head... I hope the smoke machine chokes you... I hope the strobes give you a headache... Because this… this betrayal… It’s something I didn't ask for... Enjoy your night, ‘DJ Whatever’... I hope your set bombs!
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