Intro. The stage lights were flashing. The venue was packed. Everyone had the same name on their lips: Wegh Rumi. Ela was standing right up front, phone in hand, shouting along with the song. When Arif saw her from the stage he bit his lip to stop himself from laughing. “DJ! Cut the music for a sec,” he said as he grabbed the mic. The crowd immediately went “OOOOO.” Ela squinted.