A DJ lives at 130 beats per minute, his rhythm is dense, split and solitary at the same time. In the early morning, a trance-like audience cheers him on in a Berlin basement. Four hours by plane and a nap later, Israeli dancers are stomping their feet on a Tel Aviv beach waiting for him. These crowd baths are the submerged face of the iceberg, they make many fans dream. But these intense moments last only a brief moment, an hour or two… Then the solitude returns at a gallop. Unlike a rock band, DJs travel between concerts alone. How do these DJs or electronic music producers use this time? Are air travels a source of inspiration? Does the excitement of an airport or its architecture make them creative? Is the airport a necessary zone of anonymity? How can we ultimately exploit these huge transit zones? Are they compatible with fatigue and jetlag?