I lean into the noise, like a bass line that keeps dropping. I find a small corner, plug in my headphones, and let the city become my metronome. When the lights flicker and the crowds roar, I trace the patterns—those hiccups in the beat that actually give me room to experiment. I pause only to check that the mix is right, but I keep my hands on the knobs, my mind on the groove. That’s how the chaos turns into a steady rhythm.