Summer Secrets Part One!
In all my worldly travels I have never quite encountered such an individual with a captivating and powerful presence as to be equally as enigmatic and well guarded. To live such a lifestyle that he does, yet reveal so little about himself to anyone. Though, one can say, it is quite overwhelming to make it past the endless charm, the fantasy like atmosphere always around him. The sounds of his music that can take you on journeys in your mind. Perhaps, in a way it is much like a shield to him I believe. The real him, quite far out of reach. Between the endless touring. the city after city. This high end life style, his intimate relationships, his sex life. I had this rare opportunity to sit down or well, walk with I should say this man in all his most vulnerable times. This is that story, of Char Aznable. Better known to the world as DJ Charming.
Esmeralda Cortez, Senior Reporter for Le Monde.
-It was deep into the Paris summer, as the heat was reaching record new heights. Even the coastal areas felt like their were melting. A true fiery summer, yet all of Paris was enthralled for one reason. The port of Barcares was completely transformed into this magical festival of music. As the city was deep into The ElectroBeach music festival. A defining festival for the city highlighted by the return of a home town hero. His face and name stuck and plastered over every billboard and sign for miles. DJ Charming was headlining the beach side music festival. And with it brought a sea of masses from all over France and the entire globe. As the night skies began to grow, the festival it self came to life so much more.
The lights of the many attractions and stages turned in the port side area into this vibrant electric world. All circling and shuffling their way toward the mainstage. The center stage of the festival had been built and raised upon the water itself. A quite daring feat and hard to manage but still provided a lasting impression on the many attendees. As multiple acts played on. The heat started to become an after thought. As the beautiful sound and sights took more focus.
-As the festival roared on, standing on one the service docks was a young woman. Very tall and very beautiful, a slender yet very curvy and athletic figure. She was of French-Romani decent, with a incredible sun kissed complexion of brown skin that could make your mouth water. She ran her hand through her thick raven black hair as she scanned her distinctive emerald green eyes along her phone. Her attire was quite simple. some very short jean shorts, and a white top that hugged her voluptuous chest tight. She already turned a many heads of some of the staff and onlookers along the service dock. Yet around her neck was a press pass allowing her back here. Yet no one knew who or why she was here. She had been seemingly trying to call someone on her phone and finally a male voice answered she grabbed it; "Chet, thank fucking god..where are you!?"
-The voice sound half asleep, and then there was questioned response; "Es...what are you doing calling so late?" -Esemeralda Cortez, was a young reporter for La Monde, a very famous and prolific newspaper in all of France. Or, at least she was. Due to a recent story covering the Cathedral Notre-Dame. Esmeralda was put on suspension with full impression she would be fired soon. However they were dragging their feet, and with no money coming in. Esmeralda was desperate to get back into something. "Chet...you are not gonna believe this...remember the emails I got months ago?"
-Chet was a cameraman that also worked for La Monde, and usually helped Esmeralda cover stories on sight and things of that nature. But since the suspension he been stuck covering boring weather b-rolls and local sports. "the anonymous dude that wanted you to interview him for whatever....we just mistook it as creepy fan yeah...where are you...it sounds like a fucking party over there" -Esmeralda oved back into a small alley between some buildings on the docks; "I woke up to fucking 10 thousand dollars in my bank account this morning..." "what...from where?" -Chet jumped from his bed and started getting dressed as Esmeralda whispered; "the emails kept coming it was from the mysterious guy, I was given instruction to come to the Music Festival down at the ports and now im waiting; "how did they get your baking information?" -Esmeralda shrugged; "I have no idea, but I needed e money badly, and theres more promised if I do this..."
-Chet was grabbing his things; "ill come with you, this sounds too dangerous Es im serious" -She sighed; "it said come alone...I dont know what to do...should I just leave?" -Suddenly there was a boat that pulled up along the docks. A man raised a sign up with Esmeraldas's name on it; "wait..Chet...I gotta go...im sorry..." -Esmeralda hung up and walked toward the boat staring at the boat driver as he nodded her to come; "you are Miss.Cortez yes?....good we must hurry" -Esmeralda raised her hand up' "hold up...before I even get on this boat...what is all this about?"
-The man turned to look back at her, he was a older man, but had the look of a security type on him. Though he seem pretty unfazed by her demands; "Miss Cortez, you took the money into your account, that was your agreement to do this. All will be explained in due time" -Esmeralda laughed; 'I didn't agree to take any money...you guys hacked my bank account and put in there..." -The man interrupted;" MONEY THAT WHICH ...you have already started to spend" -Esmeralda paused for a moment and ran her tongue across her teeth before shrugging; " I was hungry..." -The man shook his head; "Miss Cortez...you have my word no harm...will come to you...consider this simply your meeting with my boss...all the matters will be discussed with him and you.
The money was simply a gesture to invite you here...." -Esmeralda relaxed a bit, though he didn't really explain anything yet, it did sorta put her mind to ease as she then stepped on the boat. And off they went. She saw them turning around and heading straight of the floating main stage in the ocean. Why were they headed there? The main stage did house some VIP boxes. Some kind of fancy big shot? One of performers? IT all started to piece together in her mind. She could see just out to the far side the mass of people growing and growing. For his small port city to hold this many people was quite impressive. No wonder they built the stage right on the waters. As the night was drawing later and later. It would be soon time for the closer. The Boat stopped along the stage and the man climbed up then helped Esmeralda up next. He pointed toward a far hall behind her; "just beyond there...Miss.Cortez" -Esmeralda stepped on and headed for the door. She turned around briefly took look back, only to find that man had seemingly vanished. It caused her to stop, her heart started to race. Just what the fuck was going on?
-She turned back to the door, the uncertainty behind it. But the more she settled this feeling started to take her. Not anything of emotion but something pulling her toward the door. Resonated within in her. She cursed under her breath; "you're going fucking insane Es....fuck it" -she muttered and opened the door, within it was just a dressing room of sorts. Nothing out of the ordinary which made her sigh relief. It was quite a large dressing room. Built almost like a small apartment. There was a lounge as you stepped in, walking through there was fresh fruits and even a prepared dinner it looked that smelled delicious. Freshly made tea and drinks. Come to think she was starving to death. As she grabbed some grapes along the counter and ate a few. There was a short hall that connected to another room.
She peaked inside and instantly froze. Her shiny emerald eyes fell into view of vibrant baby blue sapphires staring her back. He was sitting in what looked like a makeup chair at a desk. Esmeralda stepped back just slightly. "I...must have the wrong room Im so sorry.." -she turned back but he raised up; "Miss. Cortez!" -she about fell over knocking several items in the room to the floor as he stood up. "YES!....thats ...thats me...you ..you are DJ Charms Charmed Charming" -She didn't believe anything that was happening right now. Not only had she completely embarrassed herself but here she was in world renown dressing room of DJ Charming. The whole reason this place was jam packed. She knew his music well, but she had no idea he was playing tonight. She thought he was like tomorrow's headline. Suppose the more she pieced it together it made much more sense.
-He approached her, such a tall and well built man he was. She couldn't believe he was this tall in person. Towering her easily he reached his hand out to her. As she grabbed it. Trying to shake the star struck feeling away from her. "I apologize for the keeping secret thing, im sure that probably wasn't the most ideal way but I had to fast, my time here in Paris is limited..." -She shook his hand then folded her arms; "it was a little odd...but...just what is this all about...look I appreciate the money you sent me but...im not that kind of girl....not that your...not I mean...who wouldn't!? but...I .." -Char laughed; "oh no no...nothing like that Miss.Cortez please allow me.." -Suddenly there was a knock on the door; "FIve minutes CHarming!" -Char looked to the door then to her; "oh, why dont we talk after yes? oh better yet why dont you join me come on!" -Char lead her out the door and suddenly, they were hounded, dozens of cameras going off and multiple media outlets recording backstage. It was minutes away as Esmeralda did her best to hide her face and try to just casually make it by, but Char grabbed her hand that made her jump slightly and lead her through the whole thing easily. Her mind was racing a million miles a minute as she couldn't believe any of this. And just what did he want with her. "Focus Es...you need the work..." -She whispered under her breath and finally she felt more calmed and relaxed. Shaking the feelings before off her. They were now in complete darkness, as she been led up some small stairs. Char though, she could see him easily. Thats when she realized something, the feeling before. Sure Charming was incredibly handsome. But she could see more beyond that. His very body was almost radiating this glow. She remember seeing this before. Back in Notre Dame, he had the same glow.
-Char turned to gaze at her; "enjoy the show dear...." -Was the last few words before the whole place lit up and right on center stage they were. She was standing off to the side out of direct sight but she was just several feet from him. The best seat in the house. The entire place exploded as the stage lit up brightly, such a breath taking set piece it was. As each part of the stage had a miniature designed wonder of the world created on it. From the great pyramid of Giza in the dead center that was the stage of Charming to play upon. To the Hanging gardens of Babylon to the far side as water flowed freely down them and out back into the ocean. To the marvelous statue of Zeus at Olympia in the front. The Colossuses of Rhodes somewhat behind it and then on top of the stage stood the light house of Alexandria. This Stage was phenomenal and would go with Charming all over the world to start his brand new tour!
This is SUMMER SECRETS!Paris, France,
-playing The Purge & Adjust ft. RXBY- Summer Secrets;
As the fireworks went off along the dock side city, the crowd of over sixty thousand strong were chanting his name. The moving harmony rising backed by hot new vocals that got the crowd more and more enthralled. Char took the mic for just a few moments; "PARIS ARE YOU READY TO PARTY! LET ME HEAR YOU, WHOS READY FOR THE SUMMER SECRETS TOUR!"
"A new day on the horizon
Felt the sunlight wake us up
Feeling good, the anticipation
If there were rules, yeah, we would break them
A feeling no one knows but us"
With one breath we're breathing
With one voice we're screaming
We are never leaving
It's our summer secret"
-The breath taking set of vocals spiraled to a roaring melody of distorted kicks and synths, to start the show with premier hardstyle was a Charming signature and this did not disappoint. Leading into a earth shattering sets of hard drum and basslines that rocked the port city into the late night. Into a fading pause backed by the same loud and vibrant melodies. This track was non stop, brining the hungry crowd into a frenzy. As the track reached its end Char brought the crowd relaxed into more progressive tunes. Reaching into some home town favorites. The trance like intro keeping them ready for more.
-Playing Da Hool- Meet her at the love parade (Daxson bootleg);
-The iconic melody brought everyone to attention as people even hummed along to it. Char raised his hands up high, a brand new remix for an old school track. With a brand new bass tone that rocked you to your very core. He turned back a moment to see if Esmeralda was still there. Of course she was in pure shock and disbelief still. He wondered if he was making the right move by doing this. But he felt it was time. As the anthem like tune played out. Char knew it was time to settle the crowd down to catch some breaths before more big tunes. Spinning and switching on the fly, his beat match was flawless as always. Bringing out the first few lyrics of next iconic tune that made the crowd scream it back!
-Playing Tiesto FT. BT- Love Comes Again (Nifra Remix)
The iconic Trance tune remixed with house style basslines brought the crowd into a steady dance and rhythm. As the Paris summer raged on. A faint feeling of water among the crowd brought everyone's hands up and within minutes a rain fall finally hit. The feeling in the hot summer air, the electric feeling of the late night hour, the powerful trance basslines. Made for a set so magical, as the faint signature blue lights flooded through the main stage and out. He grabbed the mic and turned the the song off as the crowd still would sing even without the beat;
Love comes again
Just when I've broken down I found
Love can come again
You gotta believe that
Love comes again
Just when I've broken down I found
Love can come again
"I still can remember the first night I met him, the show he played. He was so full of energy. You just wanted to be around him. That all wanted to be around him. Ill never forget the image of him signing along with all of them. The rain, the hot summer night in Paris. Half of the equipment had gone out and stopped working but he kept playing. And they loved him for it. He was like a Prince, no, a king. He was pure magic"
-Playing Artetno Divini, XiJaro and the Pitch - Bad Boys (whos afraid of 138)
-The night concluded, with hard hitting kicks and snares leading into a bass backed melody that faded in louder and louder setting this dark tone. It was nearly three in the morning, the rain had cooled everyone off, yet half the stage was no longer working and lighting up and it felt like pure darkness. Yet the sounds of Charming were guiding like a light through the night. As the track reached its fever pitch, this dark melody of dread yet you couldn't help but groove to it. All rising to that final drop of the night you knew would take your breath away regardless if you were ready or not. A extended rise that made the anticipation kill you to pieces. Finally with several snyths that alarmed out and a staggered set of basslines that dropped all at once rocking the stage so hard the whole thing was moving causing concern. Char stood up on top of his decks and had his headphones in his hand as he wrapped the cord around them and signed them before chucking them off stage into the sea of bodies below. He jumped off the stage and one last blitz of basslines backed by the pyro flames that was the only thing still working as the music ceased into staggered silence. The place went dead and silent. And the roars of the crowd felt like they could be heard for miles. Paris, his home town, would always be his favorite spot to play.
The Tour continues, Next stop Dubai, Part Two- The Sins of the DJ
