Come Mr Dj Won't You Turn The Music Up Novels & Stories

I was getting close to the DJ when I pulled out my butterfly knife and executed a Mobius flip before stabbing the table in front of him, where his DJ equipment was placed. "Change the music. Now!" I commanded. "S-sir?" he asked, surprised. He looked around at the people dancing. "Change the music if you don't want to permanently lose your job!" "W-what kind of music, sir?" he asked tremblingly. "Anything that isn't sweet," I replied. "Damn it! Passionate songs. Christmas songs. Funeral songs. Children songs. Humor me. Anything, just not those sickeningly sweet songs like that. I don't want to see couples hugging on the dance floor in the next minute. Got it?!"

“Thank you.” The man gave a slight bow and stepped away. I turned to him slowly. “What… is happening?” Adrian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he glanced toward Danny. “Just a little something to keep the party going.” Danny lost his mind. “Yo! Are you serious?!” He grabbed the mic. “We just leveled up tonight! Drinks on drinks, we’re not slowing down!” The crowd roared as the music came back louder. The energy shifted instantly. I looked back at Adrian, still processing.

Lloyd go first" Lloyd brought the mic closer to his lips and smirked 🎶 Beauty with no brains, your opinion is like a broken calculator... It doesn't count // like dates, f*ckah ima take you out // B!tch if you ball for real den Madrid must be in mess // walking into the law court wit a gun, u still wouldn't drop a bar // I gat you on Ya kneels, now ur next to the feet (Defeat) // 🎶 "Dammmn! Lloyd is on fire man" The DJ chuckled.

He got on his feet and sat on the couch. I stood up and shrugged out of my jacket. I picked up my phone and went to Spotify and picked the song that I wanted to play: Bad Intentions by Niykee Heaton, Migos and OG Parker. When the song began to play, I moved my waist to the rhythm. I looked at Adrian and saw realization dawn on his face. He knew what I was about to do.

Elіjаh fumеd аѕ hіѕ еуеѕ rоаmеd аlоng thе lоng lіnе оf реорlе раtіеntlу wаіtіng to enter tо start thеіr night. “I know, but trust me, it іѕ ѕо wоrth it. Once wе gеt іn, wе’ll be hеrе аll nіght. The muѕіс іѕ amazing, thе DJѕ аrе thе bеѕt, thаt’ѕ the reason it’s ѕо popular. Onсе wе get in and grаb a tаblе, wе’ll bе ѕеt. It won’t take long, I рrоmіѕе,”

she cooed in a baby voice. "Done," Kevin agreed and pulled out his wallet, counting the bills. In that moment, the DJ started playing a song in the background by Lil Wayne and Fat Joe; I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!), Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the Terror Got a hand full of stacks, better grab an umbrella I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes (2×) As the song played, blasting from the speakers, Monique started to dance, going over to shake her ass for Kevin.

Chukwuemeka money. “What’s going on?” Alec asked. We were so engrossed that we didn’t hear him return. Mrs. Chukwuemeka straightened. “Just celebrating today’s victory.” Alec slid his phone into his pocket and sighed. “Then we need a DJ. Lynx, play something upbeat.” The background music faltered, then came a velvety voice through the hidden speakers. Lynx: “I’ve got just the thing. Celebratory playlist, commencing now.”

He quickly blew out the candles and once again everyone applauded. ''Alright, let's this party started we're going to take it back groovy,'' The DJ said through the mic, he spin-off to Let's Groove by Earth Wind and Fire. The song that was playing got louder, pulling me in and wouldn't let go. Neon lights flashed everywhere like police sirens, but much more colorful. Maya came to us and gave Elijah to me. ''Gonna dance, bye,'' kissed Elijah then me on the cheek and ran over to dance along with everyone.

So, I had to put on ice the conversation. "Mr. Denver, do you have some music?" "Of course I do." He switched on the music player and a familiar rhythm were coming from it. It was Bob Marley's Don't Worry, Be Happy. This song was meant to make people happy, but this time, it grieved me. "Mr. Denver, don't you have Skepta or Youngthug, Travis Scott or" "I do not have any of that son! Those are for gangsters, or are you a gangster, Mr. Sam?"

Jackie wrapped her free arm around his shoulders as she kept a hold of the whip. Matt willed himself to think about baseball, dogs, football, anything, but Jackie’s half-naked ass sitting in his lap. “Make some noise!” the DJ shouted on the microphone. Everyone hooted and hollered. Some guys whistled. “I’m your DJ for tonight Mix Master Jeff featuring my man Billy D!” the DJ shouted. “Now, let’s warm the room up with some bump and grind classics. Our first song will feature two lovely ladies and the co-owner of this high impact establishment. She’s making her return performance after a year hiatus. Let’s give these girls a warm welcome.”