You're an ex-DJ?

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This entry was published at least two years ago (originally posted on December 1, 2003). Since that time the information may have become outdated or my beliefs may have changed (in general, assume a more open and liberal current viewpoint). A fuller disclaimer is available.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ:

OGRE: A doorman.
MICHAEL, a.k.a. WOODY or DJWUDI: A clubgoer.
JOHN: Another clubgoer.
DAN: Another clubgoer (Actually, I have no idea what his name was…just go with it.)

SCENE: Outside of THE VOGUE, a goth/industrial dance club, during a Sunday night “Fetish night“. OGRE and MICHAEL are talking outside the front door of the club. Pounding industrial music can be heard in the background.

Enter JOHN, stage left.

OGRE: Oh, hey John. John, this is Woody.

MICHAEL and JOHN shake hands.

JOHN: Good to meet you.

MICHAEL: You too.

OGRE: He’s ‘DJ Wooooodi…’

MICHAEL (laughing): Ex-DJ.

OGRE laughs.

OGRE: I meant ‘djwudi’ on LiveJournal, but yeah. Ex.

JOHN (bemused): Ex?

MICHAEL: Yup.

Enter DAN through the front door of THE VOGUE.

JOHN: I don’t think I’ve ever met an ex-DJ. They’re always just “between clubs” or something.

ALL laugh.

MICHAEL: Well, glad to be the first!

DAN: Hey, I’m an ex-DJ! I used to be one of the top three DJs in Cincinatti. Now I’m working coat check at the Mercury. How sad is that? I started out doing coat check twelve years ago.

MICHAEL: I could say I used to be one of the top DJs in Anchorage, but I’m not quite sure how much that really means…

ALL laugh.

OGRE: No kidding — ‘Dude, I’m the top DJ in Albequerque!’

JOHN: I’m the top DJ in my apartment!

OGRE: Yeah, boy — ‘party over here!’

JOHN: I rock the house. Hell, I rock the passenger seat!

DAN: As long as the passenger isn’t there —

JOHN: No shit — ‘Hey, get your hands off my stereo!’

ALL laugh.

EXIT all through the front door of THE VOGUE.

END SCENE.

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