For my junior prom, my friend Leah and I specifically learned the entirety of the “Thriller” dance just so we could request it to the DJ and embarrass our dates.
For weeks, we practiced it in the comfort of her living room. The amount of times we shouted, “Hip flower! Sassy walk!” in the vicinity of our parents was a little embarrassing, but by the time prom rolled around, we had perfected it.
So, imagine our dismay when the prom DJ refused to play “Thriller” at prom. We begged, we pleaded, we even offered him money. He refused. He looked directly at the infinite amount of songs on his MacBook and told us that he “didn’t have it."
I hated him then and I hate him now. Weeks of practice, wasted.
Therefore, I'd argue it’s his own fault that we put on Leah’s iPod and did the dance anyway. We could stream it, why couldn't he? It wasn't like he was stranded without service, only left with the few select songs he had.