Chapter 4: WhizzAir Takes Over

 

Trip to Dundalk – Salty Adventures

Chapter 4: WhizzAir Takes Over

With Tofu Sundays finished, the lights dimmed again, and a heavy bass drop rolled through McKeown’s Bar. WhizzAir was back behind the decks, his neon hair glowing under UV light as he raised his hands to the cheering crowd.

“Alright Dundalk, are you ready?” he roared into the mic.
The bar erupted with screams, claps, and raised pints.

He opened with his favourite track – a pulsing remix of “Sandstorm” that sent the floorboards vibrating under Salty’s boots. Sarah was on his left, blonde hair flicking side to side as she danced against him, while Susan wrapped an arm around Finji, her curvy body swaying in perfect rhythm to the beat.

WhizzAir transitioned into a new mashup, mixing Britney Spears with Swedish House Mafia. The crowd lost their minds. Even Salty, who usually didn’t dance, found himself moving to the relentless rhythm.

Suddenly, the pounding beats were interrupted by a muffled strum coming from upstairs. Finji cocked an eyebrow.
“What’s that noise?”

Salty chuckled. “There’s a tribute band upstairs. Oasis or something.”

They both paused, listening to the off-key “Wonderwall” drifting down between WhizzAir’s bass drops.

Finji rolled his eyes. “Ehh, no thanks.”

“Yeah,” Salty agreed, “we’re better off here with WhizzAir.”

WhizzAir spotted them in the crowd and gave a two-finger salute, then dropped his next track – his own original called “Electric Feels”. The beat surged through them, lighting up their hearts with joy. For a moment, the entire world outside the bar disappeared. There was no job stress, no bills, no drama – just beats, friends, beautiful women, and the electric promise of the night.