Come On Mr Dj Turn The Music Up Mga Nobela at Kwento

Just at the end of their supposed move, they gave us a green light that they wanted a dance battle. “Is she really challenging us to one of our most loved song?” Cole whispered to me. “Let’s show her who rocks this song better,” I answered him, with a mischievous smirk. The frat house kids immediately spread out, to give us some space. They all cheered loudly at the moves the Queen bee had just given, with her minions. The DJ switched the music to our favourites of all time, this time around. It was Money by Leikeli47. Cole gave me a supportive glance, as we brazened up to do the moves, we had rehearsed practically everyday at the fun house.

The light dimmed, the spotlight on us, and the music began. The music played was none other than Despacito by Justin Bieber, Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee. I had personally asked for that song because it explains how I feel when I'm with her. “This is my song to you, baby. I'll translate” I whispered into her ears, ***Come on over in my direction So thankful for that, it's such a blessin', yeah Turn every situation into heaven, yeah Oh, you are….*** She literally raised her brows at me,

A quick unplug of theirs and a plug in of mine and I could 'DJ' the party and not talk to anyone. I got the party moving a bit. People were dancing. I played fun music, switching between pop and retro. Uptempo Beyonce, young Britney Spears, the pop country tunes everyone but me seemed to know the words to. The room was getting pretty packed as more teammates showed up with their boyfriends and roommates. I threw on a dance number even though I was in the mood for metal.

“Do you wanna be the first tonight then?” Not waiting for an answer, she grabbed his hand as they made their way into the living room, where someone had set up a makeshift DJ stand with a few lights and speakers. “Cheap Thrills” was blaring as she started moving her hips to the beat and singing along to the song.

“I appreciate the effort, but you don’t have to do this, Alan. I can manage to gather info on my own.” “I know, son, and if my Intel is correct, he’d be here in a few weeks.” “And you’re welcome.” That I knew of, and the reason why he would be here. *** I inwardly rolled my eyes when the famous pop song started blaring on the speakers. The crowd roared, jumped, and embraced the theme simulated to the flashing lights. DJ Kyan’s 3c hair swayed as he shook his head, enjoying his mixed-up music.

Almost everyone cheers and holds up their drinks. "This one is for the Olive-Man himself. Happy Birthday, bro. You're a legend." The DJ points at Oliver, and everyone claps and honors the birthday man. "GUNSHOTS! TAKE COVER!" Sebastian wails before falling down into a fetal position. The DJ starts a new song, and immediately the entirety of the club goes crazy when "Raise Up" by rapper, Petey Pablo blasts on the speakers. Sebastian stops rocking back and forth on the ground and stands up so quickly I'm shocked he doesn't have whiplash.

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?!"

And I just nodded to him. The DJ took the microphone and the fast music was suddenly turned quiet. »... So dear ones, .... now it's the turn of the couples in love! Grab a partner and get on the floor!...' And he played slow music.

Brushing that creepy feeling away and thought of what to cook, I end up preparing pancakes, Bacon and eggs. I brought out the ingredients and started preparing it, whilst blasting music from the beats I saw in the living room beside the big speakers a few days back. I squeal excitedly when my favorite music pops in. 'Please Me' by Cardi-b and Bruno Mars. Lollipoppin' (Poppin'), twerkin' in some J's (Ooh) On the dance floor (Uh-huh), no panties in the way (Nope) I take my time with it (Ow), bring you close to me (Ow)

We Go Up by Nicki Minaj ft Fivio Foreign, was on the turn table. "That's the shit you listen to? Rap, trap and drill?" Chief Onapuruagu frowned. "Better than what you bump to." Coco said defensively.