Generally speaking, the DJ was kind to Max. He never played anything too terrible -- at least, not by Max's standards, which were admittedly on the lowish side.

Today he was playing the strangest playlist ever, which as far as Max could tell was just a collection of really sad Sarah McLachlan songs interrupted every so often by Justin Bieber. It was confusing, but the contrast made the Bieber extra catchy, so if anyone caught Max singing "Baby, baby, baby, oh" into a microphone beer bottle, that was why. Not because he liked the kid's music or anything. Shut up.