Heiji moseyed right on up to the DJ booth, all smiles as he reached out to shake the guy's hand. "Hey, buddy, nice work!"

The DJ looked at him with a sort of deer-in-headlights expression, because apparently this never happened. Compliments? Appreciation? Not for Mr. Terrible Disco DJ. In fact, he almost forgot about the ominous sense of foreboding he'd been feeling. "Well... thanks, man, I --"

"Say, I got a request," said Heiji, cutting him off completely. "I was wonderin' if you could play somethin' with a bit more... beat?"