With a Little Gray-Matter Grease, It's Never Too Late

My meeting with Graham didn't go so well. I don't really feel like butting heads with him during this whole process. It's nearing the end, and I would like to leave this university on a positive note. I decided to think of a new play, which seems a daunting task, but luckily it all came rather quickly to me. He told me at some point we must sell out to be heard. Here's me writing about selling out (while selling out):

Dev is an inspiring DJ who sells his cult, record-flipping image for mainstream, laptop-scrolling fame, but at the cost of everyone and everything he loves.

Dev wants to not disappoint.

He has a successful father who works for pharmaceutical company. He blames his father’s leniency for his current position in life: a music major who graduated and now works for a café and DJs at a small bar for cheap drinks and little pay. He fears he has disappointed his father. And when his girlfriend becomes pregnant and decides to keep the baby, he fears that he will only end up as a disappointment to his child.

Then he gets his big break. A club owner hires him as a DJ, but now he must give up his underground music, his record digging, for playing the familiar club anthems of a crowd all about image. His success turns him into something ugly. He loses touch with his friends, he spends less time with his girlfriend, and when he cheats on her for some club bimbo, she leaves him. He breaks down and sees everybody now around him as superficial and uncaring. He ends up causing a scene at the club and is fired.

Wandering home, drunk and alone, he comes across the bar he used to DJ at. The record guru he meets at the beginning of the play draws him in with a poignant song. He gets a job at the guru’s record store. He learns to stop worrying about disappointing others and to just live life his own life: to choose his own music and be content with his smallness. His girlfriend returns to the record store and agrees to allow him to be part of their child’s life. It ends on this note of hope.

I've already written the treatment; now I just need to run it past Graham. I just hope there's less blood spilt this time around.