Baroc took his place behind the decks, his fingers hovering over the mixer. He dropped the beat—a fusion of Caribbean soul and Eastern European grit. A lonely acoustic guitar.

Connect-R stepped out from the VIP lounge, adjusting his jacket. He saw what Sonny saw. They didn't need words. In the world of bachata, the music does the talking. The Performance

Sonny’s vocals cut through the smoke, smooth as velvet.

She knew the song before the first guitar pluck began.