DJ B.A.P.

You wake up in a dark room. The chilled concrete peels off your cheek as you stand up. Your hand is all but visible right in front of your face and your confusion is immeasurable... What brought you here? You seem to still have all of your possessions but you have a strange sense of fulfillment. You begin to walk around to feel for something, anything, a means of hope. What time is it? Can you even be sure time exists in this room of shadows? No. It feels like you were asleep for 10 hours and 34 minutes. Certainly there must be some reason for your predicament, but why does it dance just beyond your grasp? Suddenly you feel it. A door frame on the wall. Follow it. Just there! You grasp an ice cold doorknob. Your peculiar imprisonment is facing its deathbed. You gently turn it and, with a deep breath, slowly creak open the door. You're met with the light of your friend's stairway. Ah yes, it all comes back to you now. You lost the whole night dancing to a finely curated buffet of funkalicious jams graciously provided by D.J. B.A.P., your Bionic Anthem Provider. After an unforgettable span of sweet bass lines, soul-opening lyrics and insightful commentary, and in a state of unprecedented euphoria, you partied out every ounce of energy you had, collapsing on to the floor for the most satisfied sleep of your life. You're thankful you decided to listen to D.J. B.A.P., and can't wait to hear him again.