Nia 30

I am Nia, 30. I play records in small rooms, on plain decks, and I like a night that has a plan before the lights go down. Andre is 33. Bea is 31. We are a three. We agreed, in the afternoon before this kind of night, what we wanted and what we did not. No surprises in the booth. No one drunk enough to confuse a mood with a yes. Any one of us can stop, even if the music is loud, because stop is a hand signal as well as a word. I like using my voice up close, telling them what I am going to do and then doing it. I like a mirror, or a dark window that behaves like one, so I can see the effect of the sentence on my own face. Andre is steady. Bea is quick to laugh and quick to mean it when she asks for more.