It had been a week since the breakup between Parappa and his beloved ex, Sunny. He found himself resting on the couch. He hadn't left the house much since the news of the breakup. He was depressed, looking somewhat like a mess, like he hadn't brushed in a while. Even his father noticed, but he didn't want to get involved, knowing how sometimes it was better for someone to work through their own problems emotionally and if they needed support they could reach out for it when they wanted. It was currently four in the afternoon, and Parappa was just staring at the clock while lying on his sofa. He heard a light knocking at the door. He let out a sigh, waiting for it to stop, though shortly after the noise stopped. He heard his cellphone ringing and rattling on his nearby coffee table. The ringtone was funkier in sound.

"C'mon, Parappa, I know you're in there!" a familiar voice spoke. Parappa sighed, getting up and going over, opening the door. He saw his familiar friend, PJ Berri, a bear who was a great friend of his he knew for the longest time. He was also a good DJ. The two would normally spend a lot of time together, but since the breakup, his canine friend had been not in the mood.

"Hey, Berri…" Parappa bluntly greeted. His friend was surprised to see the state his friend was in. He looked awful and exhausted, both physically and emotionally. His bear friend who normally couldn't keep both eyes open, seemed to waken up a little seeing this. He stepped inside.

"What happened, Parappa? No one's seen you in days!" PJ tried to query, wondering what was ravaging away at his friend. This looked worse than just an average sickness. He watched his friend shamble over to the couch that had been more like his bed lately.

"Just… working through some stuff, dude. Don't worry about me," Parappa insisted he was fine, but when even PJ could tell he was lying. He knew he was worse off than he felt.

"Look, man, I want to help, but you gotta tell me what's wrong. Just tell me what's up?" PJ Berri asked a bit more boldly, knowing being drowsy wasn't going to accomplish anything with his friend. He sat down alongside him. His best friend nodded, understanding entirely.

"Sunny… no, me and Sunny broke up about a week ago…" Parappa caught himself. He was going to say she had dumped him, but he didn't want to imply that it was entirely her fault. He didn't know why she did it, and that was driving him mad somewhat and making him feel more like it was his own fault. His friend was shocked by this. He never imagined the two would break up. They were so happy, there wasn't any indication that they had a problem with one another either.

"Wow, man… I-I'm sorry… Is there anything I can do to help?" PJ Berri offered, not wanting to leave here, knowing his friend would be as bad as he was when he first entered inside.

"I dunno… she wants to still be friends, but you know how that goes…" he sighed in response. His friend nodding, fully aware of how much relationships went afterwards when they tried to go back to being friends. It most of the time resulted in neither person wanting to associate with the other anymore. PJ Berri did have an idea though.

"Hey… I got an offer to perform as DJ for a party going on downtown. I can take you there tonight if you want? I know some of the others are considering going!" he offered. PJ was a lot more active at night than during the day. He was hoping one good party would get his friend at least a small smile. Parappa thought it over. A party with some of his friends, at worst it would be a guys' night out with one another.

"Alright, count me in," the rapper nodded in agreement, giving a small smile.

"There's your spirit! Here's the address. Meet me there at eight," he handed over a piece of paper on. It was an address written down that read "184 Acquirm Road". Parappa knew where the location was, more or less. He had been there a few times before, not for partying though but more for practice. It was an abandoned building that he used to consider a personal place to go, but the teenager realized he couldn't enjoy the location once others discovered it.

"I'll be sure to be there," Parappa told PJ while escorting him out the door, both waving to one another as he left. Once his friend was gone, he closed the door, scratching his head. The clock read four already. The party would be in a few hours. Parappa had no idea what to expect in terms of size or scale. He headed upstairs to his bedroom to get prepared.

Parappa had gotten cleaned up in the span of an hour and a half. It took a while due to the lack of any cleaning for a week, but he managed. He was looking at himself in the mirror, wearing a purple shirt and jeans, his usual attire on top of his orange signature hat. Parappa didn't know why, but seeing himself in the mirror not looking like a total mess gave him minor sense of joy.

"Hey, what do you gotta do?" he asked his own reflection that just mimicked him, not that he expected another response. Parappa snapped his fingers with a smile.

"I gotta believe!" Parappa told himself his reassuring motto that always got him through the toughest of situations. He still felt awful, but not as much now. He looked at the time, thinking he should get going if he wanted to be on time. He headed downstairs and left his home, seeing the sun beginning to set before him. Parappa grabbed his skateboard from the nearby door, knowing he wasn't able to borrow the car right now. His dad was off doing important work.

"I hope you're right about this, Berri…"