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as inheritance.

Shall we give it a go then?

One, two, three, four.

Guys!!!

Sir... sir... it's dawn already.

C'mon...

What a voice you have sir.

Here's your fee.

Set a deadline.

I'll be back.

Raunak, where's Soni?

Where's Soni?

Shonali!

Shonali! - Get out of my way,

Raunak! - Shonali!

Out of my way!

Let go! Let go!

Leave him!

The music stopped...

so I stepped out and what

do I see? Shonali...

She always had anger

management issues,

Is beating the nonsense

out of her boyfriend...

in full public view.

- Sonic, stop it...

stop it... bouncers... get

him off. Take him in.

Man the console, get the console.

Shonali enough, enough...

stop it, stop it!

Just walk outside with me...

come on.

- Stop it!

- I'm not doing anything.

Let me go.

And then this song came on,

Fakira, Fakira...

I was like, what the Fakira man!

Oh poor boy, it's a show, whether

it's wealth or poverty.

This is the method,

this is poverty...

This is poverty...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

I was there when he recorded that

song and never once imagined

that it would play in a club and

people would trip out on it.

What a lot of folks didn't know

was that his musical knowledge

was profound.

Rock, jazz, Indian classical.

His set went on long into that night.

But I knew it right at the start,

Raunak had mojo, man.

Oh poor boy, i'ts a show...

whether it's wealth or poverty.

This is the method,

this is poverty...

This is poverty...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove in ecstasy...

Praise the lord...

praise the lord...

Groove in ecstasy...

Praise the lord...

praise the lord...

Hey, your highness!

King of the turntables!

Welcome to Charlieland.

Gimme your hand, bro.

- You're a freaking rock star man.

I'm your biggest fan

since last night.

Here, check my facebook status.

There are DJs who play music...

and there are DJs who play the crowd.

Last night I saw them both!

That's you, bro.

Read the comments,

read the comments. Bro.

You've got oodles of talent,

as did Parth Kaul.

Oh don't look surprised.

I knew Parth.

I know everybody.

But Parth didn't have the one

thing that you've got today!

CHARLIE, bro!!!

I've got the blueprint

to your career.

I can get you the albums,

I can get you the concerts,

I can get you the music videos,

I can even get you the

bloody movies, man.

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