At the waffle factory, Jordan Timmus worked long hours and slaved away to provide a nice home for him and his girlfriend, Beatrice. Every night after his 23 hour shift, he’d stop by the bar and get absolutely hammered before driving over an hour to his house. Beatrice was always nervous that he’d crash or get arrested, but he never did. He would usually pull into a neighbor’s driveway, use their lawn as a bathroom, then stumble over to his own house.

Jordan entered the home and shouted to Beatrice, “GO TO BED.”

Beatrice sat up from the bed and turned on the lamp beside her. “You’re drunk again, Jordan. Can’t you just come home one night? Can’t you take a break from drinking for a single day?”

No response. Instead, Jordan sang melodies and started shuffling his feet to impress her, spinning and hopping, expecting her to applaud. Beatrice shut the light off and went back to bed. She awoke in the morning and Jordan was closer, still dancing, but now sweaty and angry.

 

“I’ve got real talent.” Jordan stated quietly, leaving the room and heading to his next shift.

Back at work, Jordan told his boss that he didn’t want the job anymore… that he had bigger dreams. “I’m going to start a band with my four closest friends.” His boss shrugged and continued gnawing on a waffle.

Jordan visited his first friend, JD. He rang the doorbell and then stood back, starting to perform his singing and dancing routine. Through the door, JD saw Jordan through the peephole and called the police. Jordan was removed promptly.

The next visit was to Lucas, who was always a better friend. When he answered the door, he was stunned by Jordan’s moves.

“I haven’t seen you in twenty years, bud. We’re too old for this.”

Lucas slammed the door shut and locked it.

Jordan went on to visit Joe. He knew this was his best chance.

“Joe, it’s me. We gotta get the band back together.”

“What band? Have you been drinking?” Joe shouted through his door. “You gotta go, Jordan.”

Jordan was nearly defeated when he reached his final friend.

“Christian! It’s me. Come down here.” he yelled to a second floor apartment. Christian ran down the stairs and smiled at Jordan’s moves. He noticed Jordan’s beer bottle was empty so he ran up to get some more alcohol.

“So you’ll join me?”

“Yeah, man. I’ll join you.”

Justin drank his new beer and his blood alcohol level surpassed his previous record. Suddenly, his dancing and singing were on a new level. Then he blacked out. He awoke in a forty car pile-up. Christian was thrown a mile down the road through the windshield. Jordan didn’t even check on him.

 

Jordan went home to see that Beatrice left him. He slammed more drinks until the pain went away. When he came back from an insanely long blackout, he was on stage. His dancing began to get worse and so did his singing. He saw the letters NDRYNK projected above him and a packed audience cheering, though filming his embarrassing dance on their phones.

Jordan decided to go with this new identity, to become NDRYNK. He signaled to stagehands that he was gonna need more bottles if he was going to stay at his best… a lot more bottles.