I had a dream that Fizz and were at Summer Camp. There was this pair of stages that were attached to either side of this blocky (but lit up with lots of colored lights) building that was somewhat open in the front, with a steep ramp up from the ground to some booths higher up in the center/back of the building where the audio engineers worked.

The head audio guy was an old dude with a white beard named "Rusty". He had stepped out in-between performances and we were talking to him. He asked us if we'd like to take over for him for the night, which meant we'd (A) turn the knobs to make everyone sound good, and (B) "close it out" by DJing on one of the stages for the last two hours of the night, since they didn't have anyone else playing during that time. We thought that sounded awesome so agreed to it, not really knowing what we were getting into.

We went up into the building to try and familiarize ourselves with the equipment. At the back of the building/top of the ramp, there were doorways on the sides out to either stage. The left (looking at the building, right if looking out down the ramp) stage was currently empty, and a group on the right stage was starting to play some awful hip-hop music that I hated. Remembering that a lot of music sucks, I sort of regretted having volunteered to be the audio guy.

We were having trouble figuring out how we were supposed to control everything. There were audio ports, but it seemed like a 'bring your own laptop' situation, and I had not brought any of my own equipment with me.

A couple of guys were in a small otherwise empty room playing their own DJ set to...nobody? Or, if it was being played on the big speakers outside, it seemed an odd choice for them to be in this closed room separated from the audience. Judging by the way they looked at us when we looked at them, maybe they were just shy.