Another day. Another wake up call from a girl that Scott Rowe did not remember from the night before. Another check to see if he remembered to bring his laptop home. Lord only knows how many times Scott left his laptop in a strange place, but Scott's prized possession always seemed to make its way back to Unit 8B of the Castle Apartments. Believe it or not, Scott was pretty happy with his life. Sure it was unorthodox, and consisted mostly of women, music and getting wasted, but in Scott's eyes, there was no other way to live. DJing was the only thing that Scott was really good at. He had not only managed to teach himself, but become really good.
Scott grew up in a diverse house, in which all cultures were explored through food, clothing and most importantly music. Scott knew songs from just about every genre, and for that he was greatful. While music was very imporntant to Scott, his parents (mostly his father)looked at his love as merely a hobby, not a career choice. After his parents divorced, Scott stayed with his dad during the school year. Scott was forced to get all A's on his report cards, stay inside and study every weekday and sunday, and could never convince his dad to allow him to take a music class. When Scott turned 16 he realized he'd have to take matters into his own hands, move out of his dad's house, and live on his own. Scott hasn't talked to his dad since that day.
Now, at 23, Scott was doing pretty good for a high school dropout, this was the life he chose and he chose it for a reason.
Since his hangover was so intense, Scott decided to walk to the clinic to get some pills. As he was going into the clinic, Scott spotted a homeless man who he'd never seen before. The man just so happened to be singing one of Scott's favorite songs, "Everybody Hurts" by REM. Scott would definetly be adding a remix to his set tonight. In the meantime, Scott decides to sing with the poor man: "Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts. Dont throw your hand. Oh, No Dont Throw your hand..." When the song was over, the man turned to Scott and told him to always remember "What will come will come. Even if I shroud it all in silence." Scott handed the man a hundred dollar bill and started walking home, thinking about what the man had said to him, completely forgetting about his headache.
