To celebrate the summer, they'd heard some of the members were arranging a disco to be held in the dining room. They joked about how cool it'd be to be the DJs and play the music. They suggested it to a friend who was helping with the organising of it and who thought it was a great idea. On the day of the disco they spent all afternoon trying to figure out what to play - going through the numerous CDs and tapes they possessed between them. They ended up making a list of just eight songs that they'd put on first, and agreed to be spontaneous with what they'd play afterwards.
He took all his CDs and tapes with him and was also given discs to use from others too. They had a good selection of sounds covering the majority of tastes.

It was a wild night. Both of them really getting into things; even getting anxious over what should be played next. If nothing came to mind, it was on with the James Brown Collection disc - it never failed to work. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

They wound it up around 3am. He hadn't drank much that night but was really buzzing. 'A natural high,' he thought, 'should do it again.' He'd had a good time, and even had a pleasant talk with his ex-girlfriend. She'd seemed really friendly towards him. At one point during the evening, he remembered, he'd taken her hand and held it - he knew - for longer than he should have. She'd also enjoyed herself, and had spent a lot of the time dancing. When things were slowing down he'd seen her go to sit outside with some friends and, just so he could see her dancing again, put on a Lou Reed track; it was one of her favourites. She instantly recognised the opening to Dirty Blvd, came rushing back in to the dance area and threw a smile at him. "Thankyou", it said.
That one gesture had made his night.