“Up towards the small ledge that served as a stage came a guy in worn jeans, a T-shirt, and a backwards baseball cap with the LA Dodgers logo. He slowly pulled up the fader to play a new tune, threw off his cap, baring a tightly tied tuft of hair. There he was. Steve Angello. Of all the house producers in Stockholm, this twenty-four-year-old was by far the coolest in Filip Åkesson’s eyes. You just needed to look at him: how Angello’s body language radiated that he couldn’t care less what people thought. His back held straight and his chest protruding through any and all difficulties.”