*A man jolts awake, sobbing and dripping with sweat.*“Honey! Honey, are you ok?! What’s wrong.”
“Ahh! I … I was having a … having a nightmare.”
“Oh baby I’m sorry. I’ll get you a drink of water. Do you want to tell me about it?”
“*Sips from cup* It’s the same one I always have.”
“About that wax man?”
“Yeah, you know, one of those Nightmares on Wax that I get from time to time. Some of it was like before - I was at Boomtown..."
"Oh that's dreadful!"
"... and he started playing this music, you know that kind of soulful electronica thing that he’s doing every time I have one of these horrible dreams.”
“Sounds terrifying sweetie.”
“No, no, but this time it was different! He had all these people with him! Moodymann, DJ E.A.S.E. and a guy called Illa J! And they were all changing the music that the Wax Man was making into hip-hop and house all manner of things such like as that.”
“Must have been awful. Come on, let’s go back to sleep, I have to go and write descriptions for Norman Records™ all day tomorrow.”