Damir ejected the CD and held it up like a holy relic. "Soul satisfied, body ready for the stage."
Damir fumbled through a glove box overflowing with tangled cables and old concert flyers. He pulled out a dusty, unlabeled CD-R with the words (Ultra Mix for Soul and Body) scrawled on it in thick permanent marker. dubioza_kolektiv_ultra_mix_za_dusu_i_tijelo
Vedran, steering with one hand while trying to peel a cold burek with the other, looked at the dashboard. "We need something to keep us awake, or we’re going to end up in the canyon. Pass me the 'Special Mix'." Damir ejected the CD and held it up like a holy relic