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DJ - Dina (Chapter X)
INT. MARCUS’ APARTMENT – DAY
A knock on the door is heard outside. MARCUS reaches for the door knob, opens it, and DINA brings in the champagne, and a camouflage backpack full of stuff.
                               
                                MARCUS
                   Salutations!
                                DINA
                   Likewise.
                                MARCUS
                   I understand the champagne, but what’s in the bag?
             
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DJ - Dina (Chapter IX)
INT. “ROB’S CLUB” – EARLY NEXT MORNING
The sky is still filled with clouds, but at least the power’s back on. SASHA enters through the front door. ROB talks to SHELDON over business.
                                 ROB
            Hey, Dina, can I talk to you for a second?
                                 DINA
            Ugh…sure.
INT. ROB’S OFFICE – EARLY MORNING
ROB sits down at his desk.
                                 ROB
            Have a seat.
DINA takes a seat.
            That was quite the performance you gave the other night; I’m impressed.
 
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DJ - Dina (Chapter VIII)
INT. “ROB’S CLUB” – NIGHT – 6:00PM
The night is full of life in the pouring rain. People keep coming in: ordering drinks; socializing; and listening to the “best” music. SASHA and DINA go up on stage while MARCUS works the technical wiring. SHELDON fixes the drinks, while ROB works backstage.
SASHA looks to DINA who is wringing her hands together.
                                 SASHA
               You psyched?
                                 DINA
               Yeah…you can say that.
                                 SASHA
               You all right?
    &
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DJ - Dina (Chapter VII)
EXT. “ROB’S CLUB” – DAY
Clouds roll into the Seattle skies; not rainy, just cloudy. MARCUS, carrying supplies, arrives at Rob’s Club around noon. He looks around to find DINA, but couldn’t find her. MARCUS peaks inside and sees her with three other individuals; two are embracing each other in merriment. MARCUS enters the building.
                                      SASHA
                I am so proud of you.
                                      SHELDON
                Thanks. Couldn’t have done it without you, really.
                                      SASHA
     
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DJ - Dina (Chapter VI)
INT. “ROB’S CLUB” – LATE AFTERNOON
A sound of a key entering a lock turns inside. DIANA enters into the building without anyone around. She turns around and locks the door behind her.
                                 DIANA
               Well, no one seems to be around. Good.
                         (Heads to the stage)
                        (Places equipment down)
                         (Sets equipment up)
                        (Turns on the devices)
A figure appears from behind Rob’s Office.
                       
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DJ - Dina (Chapter V)
EXT. BUS STOP – MORNING
DIANA arrives, just a few steps from her apartment near an incline. She’s the only one there. DIANA sits down on the cold, metal street bench. Checking her watch, it indicates she’s fifteen minutes early. She looks at the cloudy sky above, and breathes in a sense of comfort. Others see clouds and feel blue, but quite soothing to DIANA. Looking at the street on both sides, cars pass by the slope of the incline. DIANA then checks the flower making sure the tulip’s not damaged.
Minutes pass and the bus arrives a few minutes before the dot. The bus doors open before her as she gives the driver a casual smile.
INT. BUS – MORNING
DIANA gets on the bus, gets her wallet out, and deposits $1.50 worth of change into the slot (balancing both the wallet and the tulip). DIANA finds an open seat near the front, and sits down. The attendance was barely crowded. Some young some old; nobody says a word as the bus begins to move. She feels warm and s
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DJ - Dina (Chapter IV)
INT. ROB’S CLUB – NIGHT (DREAM)
DIANA performs for the night and does well. The crowd goes nuts as she walks off the stage.
                                  ROB (V.O.)
              DJ – Dina, ladies and gentlemen! Be sure to check out her latest album coming this
              Summer!
A legion of DIANA’s fans come toward her asking for her autograph, selfie, etc. In the audience, DIANA sees someone. The figure is out in the distance, but somehow recognizable. DIANA heads into the crowd as she struggles through the wave of people. The person walks away into a doorway of blinding light. The light engulfs the room.
EXT. BLINDING LIGHT – UNKNOWN
DIANA sees the figure running towards something. A car-shaped figure is seen. The car runs over the figure with utmost hast. The figure falls to the ground unrespo
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DJ - Dina (Chapter III)
INT. SASHA’S PLACE – AFTERNOON
SASHA and DIANA enter through the front door. SASHA heads upstairs at a quick pace. DIANA looks around SASHA’S living room. On the walls are filled with plaques and frames of photographs. One frame has a diploma that has SASHA’s name on it from the University of Washington, “BA in Psychology”. The frame next to that is a picture of DIANA and SASHA when they were 8 and 16. DIANA had braces while SASHA wore glasses with a black “Misfits” punk rock shirt. SASHA comes back down stairs carrying her set of headphones.
                                        SASHA
                   Okay, I got them. We can head back if you wa…
                      (Noticing DIANA looking at their picture)
   
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DJ - Dina (Chapter II)
INT. SASHA’S CAR – AFTERNOON
SASHA and DIANA get into the car. SASHA starts the ignition, and begins to drive. A music station playing popular songs storms through the car. SASHA turns it down a bit. DIANA looks out the window watching Bell Town go by.
                                         DIANA
                You mind if I change to a different station?
                                         SASHA
                Right after this song.
                                         DIANA
                            &
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DJ - Dina (Chapter I)
EXT. DOWNTOWN SEATTLE – MORNING
DIANA (wearing her short sleeve skull and crossbones shirt, and torn jeans) walks down the sidewalk while carrying her backpack, and listening to music on her headphones. What she’s listening to is up to the reader/viewer. After a good walk from her place, DIANA looks up at a sign that says “Rob’s Club”. Small in scale, but has the “music” to make up for it. DIANA takes a deep breath before entering through the double doors.
INT. “ROB’S CLUB” – MORNING
DIANA enters through the front door with a quiet chime letting the manager know who’s coming in. The place looks clean, but a little too clean; sterile to an extent, yet “hip”. SHELDON over at the bar cleans his glasses with a washcloth. SHELDON stares up with his monotone glare at DIANA after noticing her arrival. DIANA moves over to the bar as if she were another customer.
             
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DJ - Dina (Prologue)
DIANA – Female, Age 23: Newbie DJ/New Employee/Electrician (5’, 7”)
SASHA – Female, Age 32: Experienced DJ (6’, 3”)
ROB – Male, Middle aged: Club Manager (5’, 10”)
SHELDON – Male, Mid 30’s: Club Bartender (5’, 11”)
MARCUS – Male, Age 22: Close friend/Record Store Employee (5’, 9”)
INT. “ROB’S CLUB” – NIGHT
Darkness fills the room. A small cacophony of people holds their breaths with great anticipation. Drinks are clanging; people are laughing; conversing – yet silent. Wait for it…
                                      ROB (V.O)
              Ladies and gentlemen…may I present to you…your tonight’s entertainment!
Strobe lights hit the stage, exposing a series of amplifiers and turntables.
Along comes a figure mo
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INT. MARCUS’ APARTMENT – DAY
A knock on the door is heard outside. MARCUS reaches for the door knob, opens it, and DINA brings in the champagne, and a camouflage backpack full of stuff.

                               
                                MARCUS
                   Salutations!

                                DINA
                   Likewise.

                                MARCUS
                   I understand the champagne, but what’s in the bag?

                                DINA
                   Oh, just some stuff to show you.

                                MARCUS
                   All right, well, come on in.

MARCUS signals her in with a polite hand, and welcomes her in.

DINA is also welcomed by a cornucopia of music collections, similar to DINA’s, but with a hint of soul/jazz. Posters of the greats (some framed, some not): Charlie Parker, Ray Charles, Chuck Berry, Michael Jackson, Miles Davis, Marvin Gaye, Billie Holiday, Aretha Franklin, etc, cover every wall space in sight. A bookshelf filled with music memorabilia, vinyl records, a record player, and books on African American culture adds to the pièce de résistance. There’s even a framed picture of a diploma hangs over his TV. It reads “Washington State University” “Marcus Zaakir Johnson” “Bachelor of Arts in African American Studies”.

DINA places her backpack near the couch, and sets the champagne delicately on the gray marble kitchen counter.

                                DINA
                   So, what did you think of your first experience working at “the club”?

                                MARCUS
                   Eh…it’s overrated.

DINA raises her eyebrow at him in a playful (“Seriously, dude?”) kind of manner.

                   I’m joking, it was pretty awesome. I mean, I don’t technically work there,
                   but still… So, is the champagne for a job well done?

                                DINA
                   You can say that, yeah. I mean, why not?

                                MARCUS
                   No, yeah, of course. I could make you something, you know.

                                DINA
                   Would you?

                                MARCUS
                   Yeah. Make a couple martinis, maybe?

                                DINA
                   What about the champagne?

                                MARCUS
                   I can mix it in.

                                DINA
                   I’d rather not. Isn’t that like mixing beer with wine?

                                MARCUS
                   No, you can totally do that.

                                DINA
                   Really?

                                MARCUS
                   Yeah, there’s even a recipe for it.

                                DINA
                   Nothing too dangerous, or…I don’t know…much?

                                MARCUS
                   From what I’ve looked up…

Slides out a wooden box from the kitchen counter. Opens it, and finds the recipe out of a dozen paper cards: flashes it to DINA.

                   …it’s pretty legit.

DINA grabs the card, and diligently scans the contents of the recipe.

                                DINA
                   Huh…I guess so. “Serving for two…” Yeah, I’ll give it a try.

                                MARCUS
                   All right then; sounds good.

MARCUS unwraps the foil on the champagne bottle, and delicately pops the cork. He brings out the martini shaker, glasses, available liquor, and follows what’s written on the card. DINA takes a seat, and looks over in the kitchen to find a black and white photograph. It’s of a black man shaking a shaker, with younger MARCUS standing next to him; most likely MARCUS’ father.

                                MARCUS
                   How do you like yours?

                                DINA
                   On the rocks. Thanks.

                                MARCUS
                         (Reading the bottle)
                   Pretty high class stuff. Do you normally keep these on hand
                   for special occasions?

                                DINA
                   Only this bottle.

                                MARCUS
                   How were you able to afford it?

                                DINA
                              (Pause)
                   I’ve been able to scrape a few dollars overtime. I do save, you know.

                                MARCUS
                   No, sure. Do you drink all that often?

                                DINA
                   No…only with the people I trust.

                                MARCUS
                               (Smiles)
                   I’m flattered.
                               (Pause)
                   How are things going…you know, with…?

                                DINA
                   No, yeah; couldn’t be better. How are things with “Two Sense”?

                                MARCUS
                   Things could be better.

                                DINA
                   Oh really?

                                MARCUS
                   Yeah, there are times when people are not coming in, but it’s a living.

                                DINA
                   I thought records are making a comeback.

                                MARCUS
                   No, they are, it’s just hard to get business moving, you know?

                                DINA
                   I understand that. I am using records, just so you know.

                                MARCUS
                   Glad to hear that.

MARCUS shakes the shaker, almost in the same position as the picture. DINA notices a second photograph next to it. It’s of her and MARCUS lying back-to-back in a record store, waving vinyl albums like fans. He gives it a few wrist motions, and pauses for a second. DINA looks at him after the absence of sound. MARCUS stands there in silence, and places the shaker on the counter.

                   “2 Sense” really misses you. We’d love to have you back.

                                DINA
                              (Pause)
                   Yeah…I know.

                                MARCUS
                   There’s no shame in working two jobs. It might even increase your pay
                   check. You know, pay the bills; taxes; etc?

                                DINA
                   Again, I know. It’s not like I didn’t like working there, it’s just…
                   I want to follow my own passion; my own dreams, you know? If I stay in
                   one position my entire life, I’m never going to move forward. In a sense,
                   I want to make a name for myself.
                              (Pause)
                   Does that sound selfish?

                                MARCUS
                   No, I get it.
                              (Beat)
                   You’re a killer cop butterfly who doesn’t play by the rules.

DINA looks with confused astonishment.

                                DINA
                   Where the hell did that come from?

                                MARCUS
                              (Laughs)
                   It was the first thing that popped in my head. I don’t know why.

They both laugh at the absurdity of MARCUS’ comment. But it is somewhat catchy, the more DINA thinks about it.

                   Anyway, I just want to say...I'm happy for you.
                   And I'm glad I'm able to celebrate this with you.

                                DINA
                              (Smiles back)
                   Likewise.

MARCUS pours the contents into their drinks. One is on the rocks, one straight, but both salty on the rims. She grabs her glass, and takes a sip of the champagne mix. DINA nods in approval.

                                DINA
                   Not bad.

                                MARCUS
                   Right?

                                DINA
                 (Cheers MARCUS’ glass with a clink)

They both drink almost simultaneously. MARCUS drinks it in one gulp; DINA gingerly. She thinks for a moment.

                   Speaking of dreams…I’ve had some pretty messed up ones recently.

                                MARCUS
                   Do tell. What were they about?

                                DINA
                   Well…

A knock is heard from outside the door.

                                MARCUS
                   Oh, hold on.

MARCUS runs to the sound. He opens the door to find a tall African American man with a big grin on his face. Pearly white teeth, clean head and face, and slightly round in the midsection. He dresses in extra large baggie jeans and a thin sweater. Though tall in stature, he radiates with compassion.

                                MARCUS
                   Donaldson! My man!

                                DONALDSON
                   Hey brother, what’s going on?

They both embrace and slap backs with approval. MARCUS invites DONALDSON inside the same way with DINA, only with more gravitas. MARCUS goes to the coat rack and grabs his fedora. DINA looks at MARCUS with a crooked smile, MARCUS smiles back in response; she knows he’s up to something.

                                MARCUS
                   So, what brings you here?

                                DONALDSON
                   Actually, I was wondering if you have any recommendations.
                   You see, I’m having a little get together with some friends,
                   and I was wondering if I could barrow some disks for tonight.
                   Just a party of some kind; nothing too big.

                                MARCUS
                   And you didn’t invite me? I’m shocked.

                                DONALDSON
                   It was all very last minute.
                          (Thinks for a moment)
                   I was wondering if you have any…rap or…maybe even Motown?
                   You know, if you have any.

MARCUS leans against his shelf of stuff as he looks through his personal collection. He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a blue-tipped e-cigarette. MARCUS motions to DONALDSON if he minds. Donaldson mouths the words “No, go ahead”. MARCUS places the stick between his lips. He inhales, and the tip glows LED blue. MARCUS exhales: cascading the cherry shelves with fog; giving them the scent of sour apple.

                                MARCUS
                   Well I do have some N.W.A., if that would suffice.
                   And yes, I do have Motown. It’s sort of my thing.
                   If you like I can throw in a little…extra.
                   Do your friends like a little variety?

                                DONALDSON
                   Yeah, they usually like the same old/same old.
                   They’re the kind of people…I mean, not to put them down or anything,
                   but…they don’t exactly have the…best taste in music.
                   Let’s just say they’re not huge fans of trying new things.

                                MARCUS
                   When you say “new things”, do you mean modern music, or…

                                DONALDSON
                   No, I mean, good music…the classics.

                                MARCUS
                   Ah…I see. Well you’ve definitely come to the right place.
                   And you did say “discs”. All I have here are vinyl.
                   If you really want to hear music the way it’s meant to be heard,
                   vinyl is the way to go, man. Do you have a record player?

                                DONALDSON
                   I can’t say I do.

                                MARCUS
                   You can barrow my turntable, if you like.

                                DONALDSON
                   No, I couldn’t…

                                MARCUS
                   Why not? It’s no trouble…

DINA looks at her beverage, and does what MARCUS did all in one go. She places the ice cube in her mouth, and crunches it. DINA is stepping into the picture.

                                DINA
                   Mind if I make a suggestion?

DONALDSON turns. DINA looks up at him and smiles with confidence.

                                MARCUS
                   Oh, where are my manners? Donaldson, this is my friend, Dian…uh,
                   Dina: my neighbor.

                                DONALDSON
                   Oh, pleasure.

DONALDSON and DINA shake hands.

                                DINA
                   I was wondering if I could…
                   Are you and your guests spending tonight at home?

                                DONALDSON
                   Yeah, but we’re pretty open. Why?

                                DINA
                   Well, you see, I work at this place called “Rob’s Club”,
                   and I’m a fellow DJ that plays good quality music --
                   classics specifically. I came over here to borrow some
                   music for tonight. And after overhearing your conversation,
                   I couldn’t help but think if you would like to come…with your friends,
                   that is.

DONALDSON thinks for a moment. He gives a quick shrug.

                                DONALDSON
                   Yeah, I guess so.

                                DINA
                   It’s just a few blocks west of Seattle Center: you can’t miss it.

                                DONALDSON
                   Okay…yeah, I’ll definitely think about it.

                                DINA
                   Okay. I play vinyl records, by the way. My co-worker plays modern
                   music in case your friends get bored.

DONALDSON laughs with comfortable relief. MARCUS wraps an arm around DONALDSON’s lower back.

                                MARCUS
                   It starts at 6pm. It’s a fun place, man. I guarantee you’ll get your
                   money’s worth.

                                DONALDSON
                   All right, well, thanks for the suggestion.

DONALDSON heads for the door.

                                DINA
                   No problem.

The door closes behind DONALDSON.

                                MARCUS
                   I’m sorry about that. He usually comes in,
                   and I recommend him stuff.

                                DINA
                   Have you known him long?

                                MARCUS
                   Let’s just say I was a senior when he was a freshman.

                                DINA
                   Wait, how old is he?

                                MARCUS
                   As of right now: 18.

DINA looks at him slack jawed.
                   
                   Yeah, I know. He’s tall for his age. But he knows who to look up to
                   (not literally, of course).

                                DINA
                   Why didn’t you stop me from…?

                                MARCUS
                   Look, even if he does come tonight, I’m sure he has friends
                   who are 21, right?

                                DINA
                   All right, but if I get fired because of him, I’m blaming you.

MARCUS laughs with a playful chuckle.

                   Anyway, I was wondering if you had Jimi Hendrix.

                                MARCUS
                   Yeah, I’m sure I do. Let’s take a look-see.

DINA walks over to the bookcase; admiring the amount of material, and knowledge MARCUS has on the shelf. On the top shelf, a wood carving of a bird, placing an egg on its back, appears in her line of vision. It’s a mahogany based design with a smooth-textured sheen. DINA cocks her head at the sight of it.

                                DINA
                   What’s this?

                                MARCUS
                   What’s what?

                                DINA
                   This bird carving. On your shelf?

MARCUS walks over to DINA’s position.

                                MARCUS
                   Oh, that? That’s a Sankofa bird.

                                DINA
                   And what, pray tell, is a Sankofa bird?

                                MARCUS
                   I never told you this?

                                DINA
                   I don’t think so. I just assumed it was for decoration and all that.

                                MARCUS
                   Well, you’re half right, but it’s much more than that.

MARCUS takes the bird off the shelf: examining it.

                   It’s an African American totem that symbolizes connecting to the past,
                   learning knowledge, and remembering your roots.

                                DINA
                   Where did you get it?

                                MARCUS
                   Believe it or not, my grandfather made it. He gave it to my pop,
                   and thus passed on to me. You could say this got me interested in
                   my heritage, you know?

                                DINA
                   That’s pretty cool. Is it based on a real bird, or…?

                                MARCUS
                   No, it’s imaginary. But it does carry great meaning, doesn’t it.
                   My grandfather always said, “It is not taboo to fetch what is at
                   risk of being left behind”. So, in other words, there’s a reason
                   to feel nostalgic for the old things, because some things are worth
                   remembering.

                                DINA
                   So, “Those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it”?

                                MARCUS
                   Basically.

MARCUS cocks his neck, and finds Jimi Hendrix.

                   Ah, here it is. You’re going to use it for tonight?
                  (Hands the Hendrix record to DINA)

                                DINA
                   What do you think?

                                MARCUS
                   Why Hendrix, if you don’t mind me asking?

                                DINA
                   Well, he’s a Seattle native; might as well. Oh, that reminds me…
                  (Grabs the backpack she came here with)
                  (Unzips to pull out "The Big Boss" on DVD)
                   I was wondering if we could watch this tonight…you know…afterwards?

DINA hands MARCUS the DVD case. MARCUS scans the artwork of Bruce Lee doing a fly kick toward the side.

                                MARCUS
                               (Pause)
                   Which one was “Fists of Fury”?

                          DINA
                   You’re looking at it.

MARCUS shoots her a confused look then back at the case.

                   Yeah, funny story: when The Big Boss first came out in theaters,
                   the American producers decided to change it to “Fists of Fury”.
                   But when the sequel came out, guess what that was called?

DINA digs into her backpack, and hands MARCUS the sequel DVD. The title says “Fist of Fury”.

MARCUS laughs out loud hysterically.

                   Don’t you just love marketing?

                          MARCUS
                   I’ll say. What did they call this one?

                          DINA
                   “The Chinese Connection”

                          MARCUS
                Oh, okay. Yeah, I’ll watch it with you. I’ve never gotten around to
                Kung Fu films, but I’ll give it a shot. So, sometime after work?

                          DINA
                Yeah, you bet.
                         (Pause)
                Actually, you know what, why don’t we watch them right now?

                          MARCUS
                You sure?

                          DINA
                Yeah. I’m not on until tonight, so I say we have plenty of time.
                Besides, my boss tells me I need to take turns on stage.


INT. MARCUS’ APARTMENT – 5 PM
MARCUS and DINA sit on the couch together. "Enter the Dragon" is played on screen, where Bruce Lee gets cut by his opponent. Bruce Lee is unfazed as he touches the fresh wound, and tastes his own blood. MARCUS puts his fist to his mouth, and hops up and down while sitting.

                          MARCUS
                That is so badass!

                          DINA
                Yeah, it’s like he’s saying, “Yeah bitch, I’ve tasted blood before,
                what else you got?”

This brings back memories of DINA watching the exact same scene with her dad once before. YOUNG DIANA being wrapped in her father’s embrace while Bruce Lee beats the crap out of bad guys. How she misses that warm embrace. If only she could get that feeling back. DINA snaps back to reality to realize how physically close she is to MARCUS. She moves back to her current position, and proceeds with the here and now. DINA checks her watch to find it a little past five. Should she leave, or finish the movie?

                          DINA (INTERNAL)
                We’ve got time.
DJ - Dina (Chapter X)
©Ryan Fuller Hartwell 2017

This is something I've been working on for a while. I decided to give Marcus a little more background to make him a little more interesting. One of them being the Sankofa bird carving: representing "knowledge", and "remembering your roots". I remember learning about it in African American studies when I was in college. I felt it was appropriate for this story, and I thought it added a lot to Marcus' character.

Sorry for the delay, but there was a lot I had to get done. I'm just glad to get this out there.

Sankofa:
www.berea.edu/cgwc/the-power-o…


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INT. “ROB’S CLUB” – EARLY NEXT MORNING
The sky is still filled with clouds, but at least the power’s back on. SASHA enters through the front door. ROB talks to SHELDON over business.

                                 ROB
            Hey, Dina, can I talk to you for a second?

                                 DINA
            Ugh…sure.


INT. ROB’S OFFICE – EARLY MORNING
ROB sits down at his desk.

                                 ROB
            Have a seat.

DINA takes a seat.

            That was quite the performance you gave the other night; I’m impressed.

                                 DINA
            Thanks.

                                 ROB
            You practically had them in the palm of their hands.
                               (Pause)
            There’s just one critique I would have to give.

                                 DINA
            Okay, what’s that?

                                 ROB
                               (Pause)
            You need to know when to stop.

                                 DINA
            I’m sorry?

                                 ROB
            There are times when you overstayed your welcome (so to speak). It’s important for
            your audience to take a breath every once in a while before entering the crescendo.
            That way you’ll have a bigger impact. Not to say you were bad – far from it. I just
            want to warn you about your…desire for perfection…if that makes any sense.

                                 DINA
            I think so. What made you bring it up?

                                 ROB
            Well, Sasha came in here earlier and talked to me about you upstaging her.

                                 DINA
            I was? Why didn’t she tell me herself?

                                 ROB
            She noticed you were “in the zone”, and didn’t want to disturb your time in the
            spotlight.

                                 DINA
            Oh…I see.

                                 ROB
            Look, I know you’re a new DJ and you should feel grateful for getting this
            opportunity…but you’re not the only DJ in this club. Be sure to take turns every now
            and again. That’s all I’m saying.

                                 DINA
            Okay.

                                 ROB
            How was it; being up there alone on stage?

                                 DINA
            It was…not that bad.

                                 ROB
            “…not that bad.”?

                                 DINA
            Yeah. I am grateful for the opportunity you gave me. I honestly thought I wasn’t
            cut out for this sort of thing.

                                 ROB
            I see. You doubted your own abilities?

                                 DINA
            Well…

                                 ROB
            That’s fine. Everyone has their own doubts when it comes to having your own passion.
                               (Pause)
            Just make sure you know what you’re doing, all right?

                                 DINA
            No…yeah…you bet.

DINA stands up.

            Thanks.

Takes her leave.

                                 ROB
            Oh…and, Dina?

                                 DINA
            Yes?

                                 ROB
            Make sure you know what you’re doing.

                                 DINA
                               (Pause)
            Okay.
INT. “ROB’S CLUB” – NIGHT – 6:00PM
The night is full of life in the pouring rain. People keep coming in: ordering drinks; socializing; and listening to the “best” music. SASHA and DINA go up on stage while MARCUS works the technical wiring. SHELDON fixes the drinks, while ROB works backstage.
SASHA looks to DINA who is wringing her hands together.

                                 SASHA
               You psyched?

                                 DINA
               Yeah…you can say that.

                                 SASHA
               You all right?

                                 DINA
               Yeah, why?

                                 SASHA
               I was just checking.
                                (Pause)
               Don’t worry; you’re going to do great.

                                 DINA
               Yeah, I hope so.

                                 SASHA
               You will.
                                (Pause)
               Do you get stage fright?
     
                                 DINA
               No.
                               (Pause)
               Not a whole lot, I mean.

                                 SASHA
               It’s all right; it’s natural. I was pretty nervous the first time.
               Just be light on your feet, give yourself time,and bring them the
               best performance they’ll ever see.

                                 DINA
               How do I know if the music I play will be any good?

                                 SASHA
               You’ve made it this far, haven’t you?

                                 DINA
               But I haven’t performed in front of a crowd this huge before. And what if
               everything Rob says is true; what if what I perform isn’t “hip” enough for
               this time period? What if I’m just kidding myself by being a non-conformist,
               instead of getting with the times?

                                 SASHA
               Dina, just get up and perform...and, who knows, maybe you can turn people on
               to your kind of music.

                                 DINA
                          (Takes a deep breath)

                                 SASHA
               I’ll go up first, and then it won’t be as bad, right?

                                 DINA
               All right.

SASHA goes up and performs. The crowd eats it all up. SASHA leaves with a standing ovation.

                                 SASHA
               Break a leg.
                       (Slaps DINA’s shoulder)

DINA prepares herself. After applause, SASHA steps offstage, and gives DINA thumbs up. DINA heads onstage: lights blaring down on her. She heads to the turntables.

DINA takes a moment to let it sink in; making sure it wasn’t a dream this time.

DINA begins to play.

The music starts off slow and steady…then begins to pick up speed. Some people begin to turn away, some start to gain attention. As the music becomes more extreme, heads turn toward the stage; some even move through the rhythm; some shouted through sheer excitement.

DINA is in the zone.

More and more people start to join in the fun. Cheering moves to a higher pitch. DINA takes a new turn, and surprises everyone with a different verse. The crowd eats it up.

DINA ends her act on a high note, and gets a standing ovation.

SASHA starts to head back on stage to congratulate DINA, and for another performance. DINA performs again. SASHA stops dead in her tracks, and then heads offstage.

DINA continues to play the remixes; reaching into its final climax, until…the power goes off.
People start to panic a little bit.

ROB comes out to try to get people’s attention.

                                 ROB
               Sorry folks, the power’s out due to the storm. That means the place is closed
               until further notice.

Everyone starts to head out except the general employees.

SASHA turns on a flashlight, and shines it on the stage. DINA is in a daze.

                                 SASHA
               Are you okay?

                                 DINA
                              (Startled)
               Yeah…why?

                                 SASHA
               Nothing it’s just…

                                 DINA
               What?

                                 SASHA
               Well…how do you feel?

                                 DINA
               I feel…exhilarated! I can’t believe I finally got my shot! By the way, what
               happened to the lights?

                                 SASHA
               Power went out.

                                 DINA
               Seriously?

                                 SASHA
               Yeah…It must be because of the storm; either that, or faulty wiring.

                                 DINA
               Oh, damn, I really wanted to get into my other material while I had the chance.

                                 SASHA
               I know. I guess you’ll have to do them next time.

                                 DINA
               I guess so.
                                (Pause)
               Did you see the crowd tonight? Man.

                                 SASHA
               Yeah I saw.
                                (Pause)
               You did a great job out there tonight.

                                 DINA
               You mean it?

                                 SASHA
               I do. The way you performed just now…it looked like you were in some kind of
               trance.

                                 DINA
               Well, I guess that shows how much I take my job seriously.

                                 SASHA
               I guess so.
                                (Pause)
               Say…do you need a ride home?

                                 DINA
               Sure…If that’s all right.

                                 SASHA
               Hey…anytime.

SASHA and DINA head offstage when MARCUS comes to greet them.

                                 MARCUS
               Oh my god! That was awesome!

                                 DINA
               Not as awesome as you working on the lighting and stereo.

                                 MARCUS
               No seriously, I had no idea you had that much talent! Do you do this every night?

                                 DINA
               After tonight…I hope so. Thanks for taking care of the tech stuff.

                                 MARCUS
               My pleasure…DJ-Dina!
                            (Takes his leave)

                                 DINA
               “DJ-Dina”; it has a nice ring to it.

                                 SASHA
                              (Anxiously)
               Yeah. Again…congrats.

                                 DINA
               Thanks.
                               (Pause)
               You didn’t do too bad yourself.

                                 SASHA
               Why thank you…DJ-Dina.

                                 DINA
                               (Laughs)
               Hopefully the power comes back on soon.

                                 SASHA
               Yeah…me too.

SHELDON appears to greet SASHA. They both embrace.

                                 SHELDON
               Hey, great job out there.
                                (To DINA)
               And you…what a performance. The crowd practically ate it up.

                                 DINA
                             (Astonished)
               Wow…um…thanks.

                                 SHELDON
               To be honest, I thought you were going to do horribly, but you played it off
               so well. If I was running the place, I’d totally make you co-DJ; along side
               with Sasha, of course.

                                 SASHA
               Oh, you.

                                 DINA
               Yeah…I kind of felt the same way too. I didn’t think anyone was going to like
               it because of “the rules” of what’s popular, you know?

                                 SHELDON
               I hear you.

                                 SASHA
               So, what did Rob think?

                                 SHELDON
               Rest assured, he loved it. He just has a few notes to give to the both of you:
               especially you, Dina.

                                 DINA
               Well, that’s great you…
                               (Pause)
               You called me “Dina”.

                                 SHELDON
               I sure did. I think you’ve officially earned it.

                                 DINA
                             (Astonished)
               Okay…well…thanks

                                 SHELDON
               No problem. Anyway, I better check to see if there’s anything I can do
               in the back. I’ll see you two on the flip side.
                              (Kisses SASHA)
                                 (Leaves)

DINA and SASHA head to the front door with their heads held high as they walk though the pouring rain.
EXT. “ROB’S CLUB” – DAY
Clouds roll into the Seattle skies; not rainy, just cloudy. MARCUS, carrying supplies, arrives at Rob’s Club around noon. He looks around to find DINA, but couldn’t find her. MARCUS peaks inside and sees her with three other individuals; two are embracing each other in merriment. MARCUS enters the building.

                                      SASHA
                I am so proud of you.

                                      SHELDON
                Thanks. Couldn’t have done it without you, really.

                                      SASHA
                Oh, stop.

SASHA and SHELDON lightly kiss.

DINA notices MARCUS coming through the doorway.

                                      DINA
                Hey Marcus!

                                      MARCUS
                Hey Dina!
                                      (Pause)
                That’s what I’m suppose call you now, right?

                                      DINA
                Look, it doesn’t matter what you call me.
                                      (Pause)
                                     (Quietly)
                Just call me “Best DJ in the World”: how about that?

                                      MARCUS
                                     (Laughs)
                Okay. So, where should I put this stuff?

                                      DINA
                Oh…just set it next to the stage.

MARCUS sets the box next to the stage.

                Marcus, I want to introduce to you…my boss. “Boss”, this is my friend, Marcus.

MARCUS and ROB shake hands.

                                      ROB
                Nice to meet you.

                                      MARCUS
                Likewise.
                                  (Looks around)
                So I’m guessing you’re Rob, am I correct?

                                      ROB
                That’s right, and…what are you doing here?

                                      MARCUS
                Oh, I was just helping out Dina because she told me she needed help? I don’t
                mean to intrude.

                                      ROB
                No, no…from my point of view, you’re just another customer. Please make yourself
                comfortable. Have a drink maybe, but not too much.

                                      MARCUS
                                    (Nervous)
                Thanks.

                                      DINA
                Anyway, this is my good friend Sasha; we’ve known each other for years.

                                      MARCUS
                Hi.

                                      SASHA
                Pleased to meet you.

MARCUS and SASHA shake hands.

                Have we ever met? I can’t quite tell.

                                      MARCUS
                I’m a fellow colleague. Me and Dina use to work together.

                                      SASHA
                I see. Well, it’s very nice to meet you.

                                      MARCUS
                Likewise.
                              (Thinks for a moment)
                Oh, wait…yeah; Dina has told me about you. Didn’t you babysit her at one time?

                                      SASHA
                Well…yeah.
                                 (Awkward pause)
                We’ve spent a lot of time together. And now look how she’s grown.

                                      DINA
                Oh, stop. I’m jealous of your height.

                                      SASHA
                With your small legs, you’re more down to earth than I am.

                                      DINA
                Oh…right…ha, ha.

SHELDON laughs in the background.

                So, anyway…this is my…supposed second boss…Sheldon.

                                      MARCUS
                Pleasure.

                                      SHELDON
                I’m afraid we’re not looking for more workers.

                                      MARCUS
                Oh, no worries, I all ready have a job.

                                      SHELDON
                I see.

                                      MARCUS
                Like I said, I’m just here to help out Dina while she performs.

                                      SHELDON
                Performs?

                                      MARCUS
                Isn’t she?

                                      ROB
                That’s right; we were going to talk about this.

                                      SASHA
                What did I miss?

                                      ROB
                A few nights before Dian…I mean…Dina put on an entire show just for me and
                Sheldon here. Didn’t she?

                                      SHELDON
                Yeah…it was quite something.

                                      SASHA
                This was all a few nights ago? Why didn’t you tell me? I’m sorry we didn’t get
                to practice after I went up. I would have loved to hear it.

                                      DINA
                It’s cool. I did get the right crowd to hear it.
                         (Gesturing to ROB and SHELDON)

                                      SASHA
                         (Giving the thumbs up to DINA)
                So, does this mean Dina’s going to perform?

                                      ROB
                There’s a strong possibility.

                                      SASHA
                Well, I can’t wait.
                                    (To DINA)
                Just think: we can perform a duet together. Wouldn’t that be awesome?

                                      DINA
                Hell, yeah.

                                      SASHA
                                    (To Rob)
                Is she performing tonight?

                                      ROB
                No, not tonight.
               
                                      DINA
                                    (Pause)
                What? Why not?

                                      ROB
                You’re good; don’t get us wrong, but…

                                      SHELDON
                You’re still not ready.

                                      DINA
                What? But, didn’t you say I was good; that there was a future for me?

                                      ROB
                Yes, we did say that. It’s just you need some more experience before getting
                on stage. Sasha has been on stage for the longest time: that’s why she goes up
                every night.

                                      DINA
                Well, how much “experience” do I need to actually perform?

                                      SASHA
                I hate to say it, but, you’ve only worked here for a week. It’s going to take
                at least five months before you head into the big leagues.

                                      DINA
                “…five months…”?

                                      SASHA
                Yeah, I mean, I’ve worked here for a year, and I all ready know the ropes.
                You’re just starting out. That doesn’t mean you’re bad, it’s just…

                                      DINA
                                   (Depressed)
                I’m a rookie, I get it. I just wish I was told sooner, that’s all.

                                      SASHA
                I’m sorry. We’ll talk about this after tonight, all right?

                                      DINA
                Sure.
                              (Heads out the door)

                                      SASHA
                Are you still working on tech tonight?

                                      DINA
                Yeah, no, I am. Don’t worry.

MARCUS follows DINA out the door.

                                      ROB
                Is Dina going to be all right?

                                      SHELDON
                I’m sure she will.


INT. SEATTLE CENTER – DAY
MARCUS orders two smoothies and brings them to a near-by table. DINA is shown with her head buried in her arms.

                                      DINA
                Ah…geez…every time; every time.

                                      MARCUS
                Yeah…that’s rough.

                                      DINA
                I just don’t get it. I gave them a performance; they liked it, and yet they
                won’t let me go up there. I know I’ve only worked there for a week…but a whole
                year, just to perform? It just doesn’t make any sense to me.

                                      MARCUS
                I don’t know what to say.

                                      DINA
                I’m sorry you had to see that. I can’t believe how much of a jack-ass I was.
                How did I not see this coming?

                                      MARCUS
                How could you have possibly known? It’s not like they would have said “Yes,
                you’re hired” or “No, you’re a piece of shit”.

                                      DINA
                That’s the thing: they said I was good, and would want to pick me in the
                future…but I jumped the gun too soon. You must have thought it was a waste of
                time, huh?

                                      MARCUS
                At least I saw where you worked.

                                      DINA
                                    (Pause)
                I’m beginning to wonder if I’m even getting anywhere in that place.

                                      MARCUS
                At least you’re needed. Me…I’m just a cashier; I don’t get to mix and mash
                like you or…what was your friend’s name?

                                      DINA
                Sasha.

                                      MARCUS
                “Sasha”, thank you. Even if I haven’t seen you perform, I bet you’re good.

                                      DINA
                That’s the thing. I probably wouldn’t get up on stage because of my taste
                in music.

                                      MARCUS
                Do they hate your taste in music?

                                      DINA
                It’s not like that…they just don’t think anyone will like it.

                                      MARCUS
                How so?

                                      DINA
                Something to do with demographics or some shit like that.

                                      MARCUS
                Ah…I see: the “appealing to the younger generation” mentality.

                                      DINA
                I’ve never understood that. If something is good, it should work right?
                I know people have different opinions and different tastes, but why generalize
                it into one group of people as to assume all them in this “demographic” like
                the same kind of music?
                                 (Imitating ROB)
                Well, we have to make sure it sells otherwise our business will go under.
                                    (Normal)
                You see what I have to deal with here?

                                      MARCUS
                Sounds like a pain. But they did say they’ll consider you, right; when the
                time comes?

                                      DINA
                I know.
                                    (Pause)
                You know…sometimes I wonder if I’m the delusional one, and everyone else
                is right, or vice-versa. I don’t want to get in anyone’s way, but I want
                to give them something great, you know?

                                      MARCUS
                Yeah. I still think it’s pretty cool you even got this job to begin with.

                                      DINA
                Yeah. I was really excited, you know?
                                    (Pause)
                Anyway, thanks for helping out even you didn’t do much.

                                      MARCUS
                Hey…anytime.

Nirvana’s “Smell’s Like Teen Spirit” is heard in DINA’s pocket. She takes her phone out to find “Sasha” calling on the other end. DINA answers.

                                      DINA
                Sasha?

                                      SASHA (V.O.)
                Dina, guess what?

                                      DINA
                What?

                                      SASHA (V.O.)
                I talked to Rob and Sheldon, and...They decided to let you perform tonight.

                                      DINA
                                  (Dumbfounded)
                                    (Pause)
                Seriously?

                                      SASHA (V.O.)
                Yeah! It took some little convincing on my part, but I got through to them.

                                      DINA
                That’s…that’s awesome! I don’t know what to say.

                                      SASHA (V.O.)
                You can start with a “thank you”.

                                      DINA
                Yeah…thanks! Wow, I…man…seriously, I don’t know…
                                  (Deep breath)

                                      SASHA
                You’re welcome. We perform at 6. See you then?

                                      DINA
                Yeah. See you then. Bye.
                                   (Hangs up)
                I got it.

                                      MARCUS
                The DJ position?

                                      DINA
                No, janitors work…of course the DJ position.

                                      MARCUS
                That’s great! So, six o’clock?

                                      DINA
                That’s the plan.

                                      MARCUS
                Do you still want my help?

                                      DINA
                I don’t see why not.

                                      MARCUS
                Sweet!

                                      DINA
                Things might be going for me after all.

DINA and MARCUS both stand up with their beverages in hand, and leave.
INT. “ROB’S CLUB” – LATE AFTERNOON
A sound of a key entering a lock turns inside. DIANA enters into the building without anyone around. She turns around and locks the door behind her.

                                 DIANA
               Well, no one seems to be around. Good.
                         (Heads to the stage)
                        (Places equipment down)
                         (Sets equipment up)
                        (Turns on the devices)

A figure appears from behind Rob’s Office.

                                 SHELDON
               What brings you here at this hour?

                                 DIANA
                               (Startled)
               Sheldon? What are you…

                                 SHELDON
               I asked you first.

                                 DIANA
               I was just testing the equipment…you know, making sure everything’s working. What
               are you doing here?

                                 SHELDON
               Guarding the booze.

                                 DIANA
               No, seriously, why are you really here?

A second figure appears from Rob’s office.

                                 ROB
               Diana?

                                 DIANA
               Rob?

                                 ROB
               Well, fancy meeting you here.

                                 DIANA
                              (Awkwardly)
               Likewise.

                                 ROB
               What are you doing here? The place doesn’t open until Monday.

                                 SHELDON
               That’s what I was about to tell her. But apparently Diana here said she was working
               on the tech stuff.

                                 ROB
               Oh, I see. Well I appreciate the dedication. I mean there’s no rule to not show up
               during closing hours. I’m willing to assume you’re using one of the keys, am I
               right?

                                 DIANA
               I am, yeah.

                                 ROB
               Well, good thing we showed up like we did, huh.

                                 SHELDON
               Indeed. It also appears that Diana brought in a little something as well.

                                 ROB
               Has she, really? What did you bring?

                                 DIANA
                          (Quick on her feet)
               I…brought in an extra turntable. You know how you said you have digital ones; that
               you replaced the old ones? Well, I decided to bring mine from home.

                                 ROB
               You’re still not playing.

                                 DIANA
               I know, it’s nothing like…I was…
                                (Pause)
               Why are you here at this hour? I mean I know you’re the boss, and you have all the
               rights, but…why is Sheldon here also?

                                 ROB
               I was going to make the announcement on Monday, but…well, since you’re here, I
               might as well.
                               (Pause)
               I just promoted Sheldon to be Assistant Manager.

                                 DIANA
                               (Stunned)
               Huh?

                                 SHELDON
               You heard him. I’m No. 2 now.

                                 DIANA
               But who’s going to run the bar?

                                 SHELDON
               Oh, I’m still doing that. It’s just I have more privileges now…so to speak.

                                 ROB
               Sheldon has been working so hard over these years that I feel he deserves to be my
               assistant.

                                 DIANA
                               (Confused)
               Okay.
                                (Pause)
               Congrats.
                                (Pause)
               Anyway…
                                (Pause)

                                 ROB
               Yes?

                                 DIANA
               I don’t know…I know that…I won’t be performing; I get that. And I don’t want to do
               anything to disrupt your business…but…I was thinking since you’re here. That maybe…

                                 ROB
               You want to perform for us? I don’t know.

                                 SHELDON
               I don’t see why not. Nobody’s here and maybe Diana can show us something we haven’t
               seen before.

                                 ROB
               I guess you’re right.
                               (Pause)
               Yeah, why not? We could use some entertainment right about now. Go right ahead.

                                 DIANA
                             (Dumbfounded)
               All right.
                                (Pause)
               Give me a moment.

DIANA sets up the turntable from home and places Fleetwood Mac in its place. ROB and SHELDON are in attendance, giving DIANA the utmost attention. She prepares herself; stretching the muscles and cracking her joints.

DIANA takes a deep breath…and performs like there is no tomorrow! Matching up with the melodies, adding some ingredients to the music, and topping it all off with climatic finish. It is now close to 6pm.

                                 ROB
                              (Clapping)
                              (Cheering)
               Not bad. Not bad at all!

                               SHELDON
               I have to admit…that was actually quite enjoyable.

                               ROB
               Right? Diana, how long have you been playing like that?

                               DIANA
               Oh, I’ve been practicing.

                               ROB
               I had no idea you had this much talent. How long have you been practicing?

                               DIANA
               Since I’ve worked here.

                               ROB
               A week?
                             (Pause)
               Well I’ll be...Did you know about this?

                               SHELDON
               Well, Sasha and Diana have been working together in private, so I couldn’t say I’m
               surprised.

                               ROB
               Well that was something. Thank you for that wonderful performance, Diana.

                               DIANA
               If it’s not too much for you…I’d like to be called “Dina”, if that’s all right.

                               ROB
               “Dina”, huh. Okay, whatever you want to be called. From where I’m standing…I’d say
               you’ve earned it. I can definitely see a bright future for you. How would you like
               to discuss this more on Monday…just to keep things interesting?

                               DINA
               I’d like that. Thanks.

                               ROB
               I’d say we should squeeze a spot for DJ-Dina here.

                               SHELDON
               I couldn’t agree more, sir.

                               ROB
               Well, I’m heading out. Do you need a ride, Dia…I mean, Dina?

                               DINA
               Thank you, but I can walk home.

                               ROB
               Are you sure? It wouldn’t be any trouble.

                               DINA
               I appreciate that, but I need the exercise.

                               ROB
               If you insist.

DINA takes down the equipment.


EXT. “ROB’S CLUB” – EVENING
ROB opens the door for DINA as both he and SHELDON are on their way. DINA makes her way home.

                               ROB
                            (To DINA)
               See you on Monday.

                               DINA
               See you Monday!


INT. DINA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
DINA turns on the light to her apartment, and lays her stuff on the side. She slowly walks toward the center of her living room…and bursts into joy! All excitement contained in her was unleashed. DINA jumped on her couch, jumped on her bed, hugged her pillow with such glee, and lay on her couch with such sweet wonder. She could not believe her day.

A sound of knocking came from beneath her floor telling her to be quiet. DINA laughs with absurdity until she broke into tears of joy. DINA calms down to regain her composure.

                               DINA
                     (Looks up at the ceiling)
                           (Deep breath)
                         (Soothing exhale)
               Man.
                     (Takes out her cell phone)
                        (Contacts “MARCUS”)

                               MARCUS (V.O.)
               Hello?

                               DINA
               Hey Marcus.

                               MARCUS (V.O.)
               Diana! Hey! How’s it going?

                               DINA
                            (Smiling)
               Nothing much. What’cha doing?

                               MARCUS (V.O.)
               I was about to head for bed, but I can talk for a while.

                               DINA
               Are you doing anything in the near future?

                               MARCUS (V.O.)
               Nothing much other than going to work. Why?

                               DINA
               You see…I’ve been given a chance to perform at “Rob’s Club”. I was wondering if
               you would like to handle the stereo while I’m up there.

                               MARCUS (V.O.)
               What time on which day?

                               DINA
               Monday at 6. You think you can be there?

                               MARCUS (V.O.)
               Let me check my schedule…yep, it looks like I’m available. We close around 6, so
               it’s perfect.

                               DINA
               Sounds great! How about we meet in front of the place before that time?

                               MARCUS (V.O.)
               I’m down with that. What are you going to perform?

                               DINA
               I’ll tell you on Monday.

                               MARCUS (V.O.)
               Okay…I’ll see you then.

                               DINA
               Okay, sounds good. Okay, bye.

                               MARCUS (V.O.)
               Wait…where’s the place?

                               DINA
               It’s just blocks away from Seattle Center, you can’t miss it.

                               MARCUS (V.O.)
               Okay…just checking.

                               DINA
                            (Hangs up)
                     (Looks up at the ceiling)
I'm posting the written version of my project on DA. It's in a screenplay format. I like to write things in a visual manner (Hence the term "Show, don't tell"). I'm thinking of posting what I've written so far, and see where it goes from there. I know it seems like a cheap way to get your work out there, but it's a start.

Keep in mind, this is still in development. If anyone has any suggestions on how to improve the story, feel free to leave a comment.

Help Wanted: Illustrators
Since I'm not much of a drawer, I'm still looking for someone who is. I need someone who's experienced in writing comics, and drawing in general. There are certain styles I like, but I'm pretty open possibilities. Whether you've published something or not is unnecessary, what matters is the amount of skill you bring to it. What I'm looking for is a professional or skilled artist. In my opinion, I think this site is the best place to find one. Also, feel free to send me illustrations of the characters, settings, etc, that are described in DJ - Dina. Be sure to submit them by January 20th. Good luck out there!

Ryan

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My name is Ryan Hartwell, and I am a big fan of literature, especially in the works of fantasy. I live in the State of Washington, I love to sing, act, and write. My favorite movie genres are action, horror, drama, comedy, and sci-fi. My favorite books are "The Land of Elyon" series by Patrick Carman (I have met him), and "The Chronicles of Ancient Darkness" by Michelle Paver. I have a You Tube account where I do my own book reviews, and some random things. I have zero tollerance for impatiance, and people who bring other people down. I joined the boy scouts, and went all the way to Eagle Scout.

Current Residence: Seattle, WA

Favourite genre of music: Alternative, Rock

Favourite cartoon character: Miles "Tails" Prower

Personal Quotes:
"Look deep, deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better."
-Albert Einstein

"Imagination is more important than knowledge."
-Albert Einstein

"We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity; more than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost."
-Charles Chaplin
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