I Don't Remember NYE. My DMs Showed Me What Happened.
- REGGATRONIC
- Jan 2
- 2 min read
NYE was a quiet haze 🥂
Hours 2-7? Lost to the chaos. The DMs filled in the gaps.
This is the visual story of how "Maybe That Was Yes" was born - in the space between the night and the morning after.
10:47 PM - ARRIVAL
Black suit. White v-neck. Polished shoes. Hair perfect.
The club entrance is packed with people in formal wear, smoke machines already running, security checking the list. This is the version everyone sees on Instagram. Composed. Ready. Professional.
12:15 AM - THE WORK
The decks. This is where I belong.
Pioneer equipment glowing, cyan and magenta lights cutting through smoke, the crowd a blur of hands and phones below me. The countdown happened fifteen minutes ago. Now it's just... music.
1:47 AM - THE CELEBRATION
VIP section. Champagne. Dom Pérignon bottles with sparklers. She's leaning in for the photo, the moment preserved in someone's iPhone flash.
The content moment. The thing that looks perfect for exactly three seconds while someone captures it. Behind us, more bottles. More sparklers. More people I'll never see again celebrating a year that just started ninety minutes ago.
3:34 AM - TOTAL SURRENDER
I'm in the middle of the dance floor. Both hands raised. Champagne bottle overhead. Shirt completely soaked through, clinging to everything. Hair destroyed.
The crowd's packed so tight I can barely move. Nobody cares. Everyone's screaming. Champagne spraying. Smoke machines on full blast.
This is the moment. Not the arrival. Not the celebration. This.
4:12 AM - REALITY CHECK
Club bathroom. Fluorescent lights. Harsh truth.
I'm gripping the sink counter, staring at my reflection in the smudged mirror. The woman next to me is crying into her phone. Someone's passed out in the stall behind me. The night is ending whether I want it to or not.
6:52 AM - THE AFTERMATH
Uber backseat. Morning joggers passing outside the window.
My shirt has stains I can't identify. Hair plastered to my head. Exhaustion in every molecule.
ARRIVAL. WORK. CELEBRATION. SURRENDER. REALITY. AFTERMATH.
That's the arc. That's what actually happens when you stop curating and start living.
BEHIND THE UNIVERSE
REGGATRONIC. AI-powered artist. This is the future.
Every photo. Every track. Every moment of this "life" you're following? Created with AI tools. Suno for the music. Nano Banana for the visuals. CapCut for the videos.
And it's all real.
The emotion is real. The music is real. The moment is real.
The only thing that's artificial is the gatekeeping that says it shouldn't exist.
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