My action in the park got a lot of attention. I was convinced that I had done something good for the music world and I was ecstatic from joy. My calling as an ambassador of music had boosted my spirits and my creativity. I had the feeling that I had finally found a mission for myself. A way in which I could make the world a slightly better place with my skills. While I was strolling through the streets, lost in thought, my body spoke out. My walk was getting slower and my eyelids were getting heavier. In the last few days sleep was a bit too short. Actually, I couldn't even remember when I last had a decent sleep the last time. I tried to recall, but I could only recapitulate a few days. At a certain point in the past, my inner eye only sees the color black. I was probably just over-exhausted and no longer capable of top intellectual performance. I finally decided to take a proper sleep. But first I had to check my emails again. ComRa wrote to me and congratulated me for the successful promotion in the park. They think I am a man of vision. Ambassadors with so much passion would certainly be useful for them on site at the next event. More information to follow soon. I crashed on my bed, exhausted but full of happiness, and closed my eyes. Music started playing in my head immediately. Within a few minutes I dreamt of a noisy place with lots of people. Our new deep story should take you by the hand and accompany you musically while you close your eyes for a moment and dream of another place.

I turn up the volume of the old radio and my foot starts to bob. Happiness hormones flow through my body and my stomach starts to tingle. My limbs break out of their dull, brain-controlled shadowy existence and gradually regain their autonomy. The bobbing of my foot evolves into the first hesitant dance steps and gradually my shyness-driven resistance disappears. A few seconds later, my movements are already flowing and follow an improvised choreography. My spontaneous outburst of exuberance paired with the loud music quickly attract attention. The first people stop and watch with interest. Soon afterwards I have my first comrades-in-arms on the large meadow that we use as an improvised dance floor. The music captures the attention of more and more passers-by in the park and the meadow gradually fills up. The feeling grows in me that I attracted all these people with my joy and that they now share it. An irresistible euphoria spreads in my body and the spirit of activism grows in me. I want to take advantage of this atmosphere to do justice to my role as an ambassador for music. As nimble as a cat, I climb the nearest tree and move rhythmically to the music. I stay there until the music on the radio stops and leaves the crowd a little perplexed. I take the stage and declare that everybody will soon be able to experience the creator of this musical delicacy live nearby. Murmurs spread among the people. Some start to applaud. After I have communicated the place and date of the next ComRa event, I get a lot of approval. Many of today's dancers want to come over and continue celebrating with me there. If you long for the great open air events and festivals of summer during this dark and cold season, let our guest Sahar Z shorten the waiting time for you. The internationally acclaimed DJ is at home at festivals at all 4 corners of the world and is a true master to inspire a global crowd.

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Freshly strengthened by sunbathing, I'm devising a new strategy. With pure reproduction of information, which can also be taken from every Facebook event or flyer, I will not convince many people. As an ambassador of music I have to spread enthusiasm and create ecstatic anticipation. But words alone cannot help me here. I have to let the music speak for itself, but in style! My action should attract attention. Like lightning an idea shoots into my mind. I get on the next streetcar and ride into the city center. Restlessly I cross antique and vintage markets until I find the perfect object for my action. Now I have to visit an old buddy who runs a local radio station. Quickly I could inspire him with my vision and he is on board. Two days later the action is supposed to start. Then a great set will be heard on the radio and I can present my vision of a noisy world to the people. The anticipation of music can sweeten the day. That's why we would like to present you one more reason to look forward to the end of the day. juSt b has created a deep story for us, which brings the good mood back into everyday life.

Freshly strengthened by sunbathing, I'm devising a new strategy. With pure reproduction of information, which can also be taken from every Facebook event or flyer, I will not convince many people. As an ambassador of music I have to spread enthusiasm and create ecstatic anticipation. But words alone cannot help me here. I have to let the music speak for itself, but in style! My action should attract attention. Like lightning an idea shoots into my mind. I get on the next streetcar and ride into the city center. Restlessly I cross antique and vintage markets until I find the perfect object for my action. Now I have to visit an old buddy who runs a local radio station. Quickly I could inspire him with my vision and he is on board. Two days later the action is supposed to start. Then a great set will be heard on the radio and I can present my vision of a noisy world to the people. The anticipation of music can sweeten the day. That's why we would like to present you one more reason to look forward to the end of the day. juSt b has created a deep story for us, which brings the good mood back into everyday life.

For a short period of time I lost sight of my mission and fell back into my old habits. I had to regain my focus. I collected myself and informed my environment about the next big ComRa event. Unfortunately, my efforts were met with disinterest. The folks here seemed to have the attention span of a squirrel. The people’s judgement seemed to be affected by all the noise and smoke. So I decide to leave the club after the next break. Once outside, the daylight blinded my eyes for a few seconds, but after that they got used to their new environment. That's why I'm had the idea to leave the obligatory sunglasses out on a trial basis. Instead of isolating myself as much as possible from the sun, as is usually the case, I enjoyed its life-exuding energy. This emotional encouragement came in very handy and awakened new zest for action deep inside me.

In the appendix I find more instructions. From the list with the individual zones, I learn that there are 34 other ambassadors in my city alone. Each ambassador has been assigned an area of 4 blocks. I can also find a list of names, addresses and even registration numbers for the energy capsules. I wasn't aware that all capsules are assigned to a person by number. ComRa seems to plan its events in a very structured way. They probably need all of this data for the mandatory security precautions. There are 50 names on the list for my area and I know some of these people vaguely. I met them at past rave parties or after hours. It should be quite easy to convince these people of the whole ComRa idea. Since it's Monday right now, I decide to visit a “secret place”. The insatiable die-hards still romp around on these after-after hours, still finding it hard to say goodbye to the weekend. When I arrive in the smoky cellar, there are only a few people left and the former heroes of the night only sway occasionally to the music. They now seem more like empty shells that have given all their energy to the party. As soon as I enter, I feel a warm sense of security. In this place I have escaped from reality so many times now and extended the weekend with like-minded people. I let myself go and for a few moments forget my job… Today's deep story comes from an insanely talented American producer, based in Los Angeles. With her productions she has already made headway into the Beatport charts several times. In addition, she is a true all-rounder and masters both singing and the piano. Her sets distinguish themselves from the rest by the numerous orchestral and melodic sections and thus create a distinctly deep listening experience. Let her set accompany you on our common journey into a brighter future.

I quickly grab my cell phone and open the message. I'm excited and my heart beats like the bass of a techno track. “Dear ComRa employees, the next big event is coming up and the Raverend is back in town. Now we’re counting on you as an ambassador for music. Go out and spread the good news. Bring the faithful techno disciples back to the holy cathedral and let's celebrate another supreme music fair. You know how important this project is for the ComRa community. Your full commitment is required now so that the Raverend can reach the masses from the pulpit and we can soon usher in a new era of bliss. An age in which all people can freely express their feelings in dance. So that people can be reached as effectively as possible, the city will once again be divided into zones and each ambassador will be assigned to a zone. The list of potential ravers of each zone can be found in the appendix. Yours sincerely, your guiding lights from the ComRa headquarters” P.S. Don't forget to promote our energy capsules extensively. These have recently been wrongly discredited. These capsules are essential for the transition to the new era. ” My mind goes crazy after reading this message. So this means there are several ambassadors for music. I thought this post would be unique. Well, it probably takes several ambassadors to achieve such a higher goal. I am also somewhat disappointed that my engagement does not start in a foreign exotic region where people do not have the opportunity to visit big raves. But after all, you have to start somewhere and at least here I have the home advantage and can spread the message of the great Raverend. My mood, which was initially gloomy, soon turns into a thirst for action. I want to do my part to make the world a louder place…

After getting home, my thoughts only revolved around my future tasks in this wonderful place that I had just discovered. Which groundbreaking projects would I be allowed to undertake? It was important to me to spread the spirit of this culture. Maybe I would give speeches or even meet key leaders to help create a new era of music. When will I finally be able to start and where will my first trip take me? I look at my smartphone impatiently. No messages received yet. Then I realized that I didn’t give my number to anyone at ComRA, so I decided to check my mails instead. Still nothing. I rolled impatiently in my bed and stared at the ceiling. In addition to all the joy of these exciting developments, I had failed to recap things. What had actually happened in the past few hours? I can still remember that I was in the club. The next morning I was upset about something. But I just couldn’t remember about what. Whenever I felt that I was getting closer to the matter, my memory suddenly jumped to another scene in the past. A situation that evoked positive feelings. Something which is pleasant to remember, like my visit to the ComRa headquarters and the conversation with that likeable employee. Something seems to have been lost in this timeline. As if I could no longer access part of one of my memories. Before I can delve further into this subject, my phone vibrated. Finally a message from ComRa. Today's deep story comes from the Regensburger whiz kid Norman Czerny. With his groovy tech house, he has earned a permanent place in the clubs of southern Germany. In addition, he has already made the clubs in the capital unsafe. Enjoy an hour of driving beats.

Let yourself float and surrender to the whims of the winds. But don’t allow yourself to go adrift, just be driven by magical forces to the so-called "new shores". That would be it. Simply change your perspective and don’t just look outside the box. Just leave the box right away. A truly uplifting feeling. The world is disappearing under your feet. Things that were just small are now much smaller. You dive into the raging blue, which is interspersed with white and finally turns into an all-encompassing black, which seems to glitter. Up here, far from your safe home ground, everything is different, it can provide insights, but it can also be frightening Hovering over things is not easy. But our guest today brought us a deep story on this topic. What moves him in the form of sound moves not only the body, but also the heart!