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Can you get me a drink?

Did you make that song?

Doubts?

Nope! Just... Bhan said you made

it with a second hand computer,

and a first class bum off the street.

He misspoke.

Second hand computer and

a first class artist!

Ooh.

But bro,

Now we need to scratch

the next level.

Your own studio.

You serious?

Every hero has a story behind him.

Tell me your flashback.

Today, if possible.

I was six years old when

my father died.

And he left behind a disconsolate,

young mother,

and a sad little lost kid.

It's a very tragic story, Charlie.

Want more?

Let's have a drink instead.

There's tremendous drama

in the climax... really!

Next time.

I thought so!

You know, the best thing about music?

The melodies, the solo guitars...

The chicks...

Bro...

The chicks.

Music is...

is like their honey.

And they...

They are like bees.

I made two rap songs.

- Really?

- In the 90s.

The honeybees...

Honeybees...

I hardly come this side now.

One is that Alibaug is too

far out of the city.

I considered moving out here,

but leaving Bombay is not

everyone's cup of tea.

Welcome to my villa.

Before the divorce we partied

a lot around here.

The guest house to party at.

The pool where I've

learnt a lot of...

swimming with a pair of twins.

This might go to my wife after

the divorce settlement,

but my paradise of sin is your

studio from tomorrow.

Raunak! Raunak!

We heard about this DJ Raunak

blowing the lid off this place.

Overnight,

Tango Charlie became the...

most happening club in town.

Raunak had something every DJ

wanted -Magical instinct.

He gripped the pulse of the

floor in an instant.

He'd rev the crowd up,

bring them down,

Make them move to his beat,

he made it a crazy trip.

I was single again,

so we started dating.

Oh Raunak!

Raunak!

Raunak didn't have a stop button,

only fast forward.

It was completely mad, okay?

Charlieland was like this mad blast.

Raunak... get it.

No, Charlie... no, no, no, no, no...

Hey... who are you?

Who are you and what are

you doing in my room?

I brought you home.

You were wasted!

Me?

Alright.

Thanks. Now, get out of here.

Hang on.

You're not real, are you?

What do you want to hear?

Yes? Or no!

I thought as much.

What's your name?

Johnny. My friends call me Johnny.

Johnny Joker, eh?

Was a hit song when I was a kid.

- I know, I remember.

My dad recorded a session

for that song.

Wasn't it Biddu's song?

Gita Shetty had sung it.

Getting lowdown.

Johnny Johnny Joker.

Fun-loving...

Johnny Johnny Joker. Loveable...

- Disloyal...

- Oh god... still here.

It's not a toy...

Enough! Now get out of here.

I need to sleep.

Is this the time to sleep?

- I know but what do I do?

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