It's a tale as old as time really. A 40-year old billionaire throws a birthday party in a Soho loft. He needs caviar. He needs a DJ. The cater waiter, a young dancer-turned dietitian from Poughkeepsie, gets her all blacks on and shows up ready for another night of work. The DJ/businessman loads up his USB and puts on his Hawaiian shirt. She brightens up the room while serving bite-sized servings of clam fried rice. He sets the vibe with some New York House music. Sparks fly. "What's your name again?" The rest, as they say, is history.