Beware of falling DJ's

Between Jean and Karen I started a little company to do DJ work for high schools and parties. My intent was to make it a big thing but that never happened. At any rate...

I was DJ'ing a dance at the high school I had graduated from. I always insisted that the lights be turned way down (as in OFF) which made me a great hero to all the horny kids. My rationale was that part of my 'act' was the light show, which was a bunch of colored light boxes, blacklights, and strobes. I'd built a little hand made circuit that allowed me to 'sync' the boxes with the beat of the music and I was darn proud of my light show.

I had some rocking long song going and had dropped the headphones to watch the kids jumping off the stage and into the arms of their friends. The strobes were blinking at a frenzy inducing 14 beats per second, which is slow enough that there are noticeable gaps when people are moving quickly enough.

Pretty soon it occurred to me that I wanted to be caught by my adoring public and I moved to the edge of the stage and leaped.

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The crowd is thickly gathered with arms outstretched

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I'm soaring upwards!

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The crowd thins

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The crowd parts

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Splat! I gracelessly slap into the floor

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The crowd dances back

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I writhe through the trampling herd

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I reached my DJ chair and turned off the strobes. With a scratch of the needle I ended the long rocking song and replaced it with a sad one about betrayal.

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I have been trying for a week to come up with a good pithy moral to this story, but I've gotten stuck playing with the aphorism "Look before you leap" which doesn't seem to lead anywhere.

Anybody have any ideas?