IsTranceMusic

EXT: Hollywood, Night

TRA, his ROOMATE, and his Roomate's FRIEND drive eastward in a smooth black Honda Accord. They park and exit the car a la "Entourage". They're that cool.

FRIEND: What is this place again?

ROOMATE: It's a club. A lounge, I think. The description online was pretty cool. Laid back, drinks, dancing. Very Hollywood.

FRIEND: Ok.

TRA: Is this it? There's not a sign or anything.

They stop abruptly at an unmarked door. A large RUSSIAN security guard sits on a stool, talking with a SKINNY, quiet dude. ELECTRONIC MUSIC thumps from the building.

ROOMATE: Is this the Larchmont?

RUSSIAN: Ya, is Larchmont.

Awkward silence. Looks are exchanged.

FRIEND: So. Can we, like, go in?

RUSSIAN: You have IDs?

TRA: Yeah. (TRA begins to pull out his ID)

ROOMATE: Wait a sec. What's it like in there? Is it like a lounge?

RUSSIAN: Is lounge, is bar. Verrrrry cool.

FRIEND: What's it like here on Friday nights?

RUSSIAN: Is different every week. Friday this week is hip hop.

ROOMATE: What's going on tonight?

RUSSIAN: Tonight is trance music. Is eight dollar cover. You want?

RUSSIAN pulls a metal detector out of his back pocket in preparation to scan the trio. Sudden panic. More looks exchanged.

ROOMATE: No thanks!

TRA, ROOMATE, and FRIEND beat a hasty retreat into the Hollywood night.

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