90 minutes before my set on Friday, the woman who broke my heart walked in with her new bloke. They went straight into PDA and didn't stop. It was horrible. I tried to get away from them but it's a small club. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt like I had to run away. I was hurt, I was angry. I felt cuckolded, humiliated and alone. I wanted to get the fk outta there. People were telling me to just forget about it. But this stuff comes from the heart. If I shut off my emotions, my set will be rubbish. If I stay connected to them, I might explode in rage. So, 30 minutes before my set, I grabbed my bag and walked out. I almost made it to my car when my mate found me and talked me down.

This set is what becomes of the brokenhearted. If you've ever danced and cried at the same time; or danced to exorcise your demons, you'll understand. The  ...