The Neon Pulse’s anniversary bash was the ultimate test. Elias was the headliner. The air was thick with anticipation. He launched into his set, the cracked Serato humming. Suddenly, the music twisted into a distorted screech. The lights flickered and died. A message flashed on the giant screen behind him, visible to the entire crowd: "LICENSE EXPIRED. ACCESS DENIED."
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