DJ's playing faltered as she looked at the bill held in the girl's hand. A twenty? Woah. Most of the people that had passed her had just looked at her in annoyance as they passed, some of them even commenting that she should "play a real song, something they knew."
All up and down the street, the lighted signs of the buildings had changed to other names, none of which DJ had recognized. The people pouring out of the theatres, however, didn't seem to care. If they came out humming or whistling show tunes to themselves, they were songs she had never heard before.
"I, uh... thank you," she said. 'Thank you' didn't seem adequate. No one had ever put a twenty in her case; very rarely did she ever see anything throw in worth more than a one, or maybe a five. "You're very kind."
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