When a 20th‑Century DJ tries to crash a Trill Wedding.
We are officially on leave, six days and counting.
James and I have a colleague, Lucas, who is brilliant at his job but has some rather… distinctive interests outside of it.
For example: he collects records. Actual records. The old Earth medium used for music back in the 19th and 20th centuries. Despite the fact that 25th‑century audio quality is vastly superior, Lucas is utterly fascinated by that era of music.
I have vague memories of hearing some of it myself, from the times Dax visited Earth in the mid‑22nd and early 23rd centuries.
Recently, Lucas asked whether we’d be having any music at mine and Ranih’s wedding. I told him yes, traditional Trill music. He looked genuinely crestfallen. According to him, it “isn’t a real after‑wedding party without some good old dance music.”
Our plans are pretty much locked in now, so changing anything would be difficult. But my curiosity has been piqued. So Lucas is putting something together for when we return from our honeymoon.
I’m not entirely sure whether I should be excited… or worried.
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