"We are at the gates of history," Khaled said, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to shake the ice in the crystal tumblers scattered around the console. "They didn't believe in us. They wanted us to stay in the corner. But we took the corner. We bought the block. And now, we feed the world."
"I'm fed up," Usher sang, his voice soaring effortlessly over the crashing horns, a perfect blend of pain and power. "I'm tired of the games... I given 'em my all, and they still want more..." "We are at the gates of history," Khaled
DJ Khaled stood in the center of the room, draped in a black velvet tracksuit that absorbed the harsh glare of the overhead fluorescent grids. He wasn't yelling. Not yet. He was staring at a massive, custom-built soundboard that looked like the cockpit of a stealth bomber. But we took the corner