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The scene opens focused on Cleggy's face. He is showing enormous strain. The Sisterhood is playing in the background. The scene zooms out to see him standing in the upstairs room in Sexbat's flat. Cleggy leans over a deck of mixers, with Sexbat looking over his shoulder. Cleggy listens at a set of headphones and concentrates. He puts a CD into the player and loads up a song.
| Sexbat: | Use the Cross-fader. Yes... |
Sexbat taps Cleggy's leg. Quickly, Cleggy starts up a 3rd CD, while fading between the first two. His hand shakes and wavers, but he maintains his balance. | |
| Sexbat: | Now...the next disk. Feel it. |
Cleggy concentrates on fading to the 3rd disk. The beats match up for a few moments, but Cleggy is shaking under the strain. He finally realises he put on the wrong track! Distracted, he loses his concentration and accidently ejects the 2nd disk while it's still playing. He reaches for it but accidently knocks it and sends it flying across the room. Sexbat jumps clear of the wayward CD. | |
| Sexbat: | Concentrate! |
Annoyed at the disturbance, Cleggy reaches for the 12" picture disk of The Passion Of Lovers. He carefully puts it on the record player, only to find he put on the wrong side. He quickly flips it over, but in the mean time the last song has ended and he stands there in silence, feeling Sexbat's eyes on him. | |
| Cleggy: | Oh, no. I'll never get the hang of records. |
| Sexbat: | So certain are you. Always with you it cannot be done. Hear you nothing that I say? |
| Cleggy: | (looking down at the deck) Master, queueing up CDs is one thing. This is totally different. |
| Sexbat: | No! No different! Only different in your mind. You must unlearn what you have learned. |
| Cleggy: | (focusing, quietly) All right, I'll give it a try. |
| Sexbat: | No! Try not. Mix. Or mix not. There is no try. |
Cleggy closes his eyes and puts the 12" on the record player. slowly the needle moves out and skims over the record's surface, lightly touching down in the middle of the track. The music starts suddenly in high pitched squeaks. Cleggy reaches for the speed control, but he knows it's too late. He stops the player and the record spins to a halt. | |
| Cleggy: | (panting heavily) I can't. It's too big. |
| Sexbat: | Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hm? Mmmm? |
Cleggy shakes his head | |
| Sexbat: | And well you should not. For my ally is vinyl. And a powerful ally it is. It mixes better. It queues up better. Its sound surrounds us and pleases us. Analogue music it is... (Sexbat picks up a CD) ...not this crude digital audio. (a sweeping gesture) You must feel the music around you. (gesturing) Here, between you...me...the needle...the grooves... everywhere! Yes, even between this picture disk and that record player! |
| Cleggy: | (discouraged) You want the impossible. |
Quietly Sexbat turns toward the desk. With his eyes closed and his head bowed, he raises the picture disk and places it on the record player. He fades it in near the end of the track. He picks up another record and places it on a second record player. With steady fingers, Sexbat queues up the record by hand and fades perfectly into it the sounds merging majestically. At that he carefully fades out the first track, leaving a steady beat playing the background. Cleggy stares in astonishment as the record is returned to it casing. He turns toward Sexbat. | |
| Cleggy: | I don't...I don't believe it. |
| Sexbat: | That is why you fail. |
Fade to black
The next scene Sexbat's flat. Cleggy stands in the dim light in front of a row of audio equipment. His face shows less strain than before and more concentration. Sexbat sits in a chair next to the door. Cleggy is queueing up a record, while waiting for the track on the CD to finish. He slowly fades between the two tracks, the beats matching perfectly.
| Sexbat: | Concentrate...feel the music flow. Yes. Good. Calm, yes. Through the dark music, things you will see. Other places. The future... The past. Old friends long gone. |
Cleggy suddenly becomes distressed. | |
| Cleggy: | NO! |
Cleggy slips, dragging the needle across the record before knocking a stack of CDs onto the floor with a crash, then Cleggy steps backwards and tumbles over a chair. | |
| Sexbat: | (shaking his head) Hmm. Control, control. You must learn control. |
| Cleggy: | I saw... I saw a club in Camden Town. |
| Sexbat: | Mmm. Friends you have there. |
| Cleggy: | They were in pain. |
| Sexbat: | It is the future you see. |
| Cleggy: | Future? Will they have an utterly shite evening? |
Sexbat closes his eyes and lowers his head. | |
| Sexbat: | Difficult to see. Always in motion is the future. |
| Cleggy: | I've got to go to them. |
| Sexbat: | Decide you must how to serve them best. If you leave now, help them you could. But you would destroy all for which they have fought and suffered. |
Cleggy is shaken up by Sexbat's words. Obvious distress crosses his face as he nods his head sadly | |
Fade out
The scene fades into the harsh light Sexbat's living room, Cleggy hurriedly stuffs CDs and records into his case. His coat lies nearby with a one-day travelcard sticking out of the pocket. Sexbat stands nearby next to the sofa.
| Sexbat: | Cleggy! You must complete the training. |
| Cleggy: | I can't keep the vision out of my head. They're my friends. I've got to help them. |
| Sexbat: | You must not go! |
| Cleggy: | But my friends will have a horrible time if I don't. |
| Guy's voice: | You don't know that. |
Cleggy looks around and sees that Sexbat has put on the speaker phone. On hearing Guy's voice Cleggy stops in his tracks. | |
| Guy's voice: | Even Sexbat cannot see their fate. |
| Cleggy: | But I can help them! I can DJ! |
| Guy's voice: | But you cannot control it. This is a dangerous time for you, when you will be tempted to play overused crowd pleasers. |
| Sexbat: | Yes, yes. To Java-G you listen. The techno-floor. Remember your failure on the techno-floor! |
| Cleggy: | But I've learned so much since then. Master Sexbat, I promise to return and finish what I've begun. You have my word. |
| Guy's voice: | It is you and your abilities the Ballroom wants. That is why your friends are made to suffer. |
| Cleggy: | And that is why I have to go. |
| Guy's voice: | Cleggy, I don't want to lose you to the Electric Ballroom the way I lost Rex. |
| Cleggy: | You won't. |
| Sexbat: | Stopped they must be. On this depends. Only a fully trained DJ with gothic music as his ally will conquer the trendiness of Full Tilt. If you end your training now, if you choose the quick and easy path, as Rex did, you will become an agent of commerialism. |
| Guy's voice: | Patience. |
| Cleggy: | And sacrifice my friends? |
| Sexbat: | If you honour what they fight for...yes! |
Cleggy is in great anguish. He is terribly confused as to what to do next | |
| Guy's voice: | If you choose to DJ, you will do it alone. I cannot interfere. |
| Cleggy: | I understand. (he puts on his coat and takes out his travel card) |
| Guy's voice: | Cleggy, don't give in to hate -- that leads to poor mixing. |
Cleggy nods and walks down the stairs. | |
| Sexbat: | Stubborn is the management. Mind what you have learned. Save you it can. |
| Cleggy: | I will. And I'll return. I promise. |
Cleggy closes the front door behind him. Sexbat stands watching out the window as Cleggy runs across the street to catch a bus. | |
| Sexbat: | (sighs) Told you, I did. Reckless is he. Now matters are worse. |
| Guy's voice: | That boy is our last hope. |
| Sexbat: | (looks up) No. There is another. |
Fade out