[Kryp•tonite]

Man, fuck CC. What—you think? Dude, I know. She's my bestie. Your bestie? Nah that, she's holding you back. No she's not... Yes she is. Think about where you would be without dragging her around— Flashbacks of a drunken CC remind DJ of the bad times. Maybe you're right. Meanwhile Cc wakes from a drunken stupor suddenly at a party; her focus shifts from a blurry unconsciousness into dreamlike state to the DJ, just across the room. She picks herself up off the floor and staggers drunkenly to him.she stands at the side of the DJ and just stares Rather drunkenly for a moment, before the DJ notices and gives her an odd look, still mixing. She gestures for him to remove his headphones, which he, clearly annoyed, ignores and continues into a drop. She puckers and taps him on the shoulder, to which he shrugs—she looks at him with a plea, gesturing him to remove his headphones, to which he annoyingly obliges. You're the DJ??? He gives her an irritated look and gesture as if to say “clearly”. Oh, well yeah— She then excitedly (yet, still drunkenly) removes the USB drive from her neck, putting it into the DJs hands. Here, play this. The DJ looks at her curiously, now less irritated but still cautiously. What is it? My friends music, he's a DJ—well—music producer, I guess The DJ samples it in his headphones, giving a nod of approval— This is fire— Yeah, I know! He's a DJ—? She nods happily. What's he called? DJ. ...yeah, DJ what? ...That's his name. … … They both shrug, as the DJ mixes the new track into his set. She bumps along.