A cheer. A few noisemakers. Someone's cheap champagne sprayed against the wall, missing the speakers by inches.
Eleven fifty-nine… and ten seconds…
The future was digital. But the echo was analog. VA - Now That-s What I Call 12-- 80s -4CD- -202...
He pulled the fader down. Silence. A few whistles. Someone shouted, "Play 'Pour Some Sugar on Me'!" A cheer
Then he put it back. Gently. And let the needle down on the vinyl one last time. it was over.
The needle rode the groove. The decade held on for three more minutes. And then, with a soft crackle and a lift of the arm, it was over.