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I heard about a somewhat impressive incident that was orchestrated by a fortunate mobile DJ—a great example of excellent timing. He describes how he spent several hours setting up a complete uplighting system in a fairly large room to demonstrate to an individual “what pictures cannot describe.” The effect was so impressive, she summoned the hotel manager and regional manager, who just happened to be in town, to check it out. They were both so happy with how their hotel’s banquet facility had been so beautifully transformed, they wanted to take pictures. Photos were taken to be shared with interested clients illustrating what could be done when employing creativity and skill. Of course, this fortunate mobile DJ would be referred to these clients as the source of this exquisite lighting, plus recommended as a proficient Disc Jockey for their event.
Here’s another incident, one that’s not so impressive. In the late ’90s, I had arranged to set up my newest lighting in a banquet room of a posh Myrtle Beach resort for a private photo shoot. I had enough of an “in” with the property to have them accommodate what was supposed to be a completely unobtrusive afternoon session. I hired a skilled photographer to take pictures and it was going to look GREAT with the lights dimmed and with fog accentuating the multicolored beams. Though I had been given the impression from the maintenance department that the smoke detector-alarm system was temporarily disabled in this particular room . . . it wasn’t. The unexpected and surprising result was fire alarms, a loud, authoritative, mechanized voice instructing everyone to leave the building, a large, in-house group involved in their afternoon session having to interrupt their proceedings and vacate the premises, fully-clad, equipment-laden, scowling, and overtly annoyed fire fighters arriving on the scene, one even carrying a huge axe. (Talk about intimidating.) AND, then the Hotel’s General Manager along with the brand new 6′ 6″ Food and Beverage Director, who I was yet to meet, bursting into the room with disbelief and fit to be tied! Embarrassing? Put it this way: I was so confused, shaken and scared, I must have resembled a whipped puppy with its tail between its legs. Though obviously irritated, The GM and F&B were somewhat relieved that it was ONLY me. But, man! Those fireman were peeved! And I never did get those photos.
