Novel & Cerita Come On Mr Dj Turn The Music Up

Ain’t nobody got time fo’ dat. My dad is dead asleep, exhausted from taking care of my mom and Jersey, so I leave a note on the kitchen counter in the house we’re renting and take off. I’m at the club in less than a half hour, walking through the door like I own the place. That’s right, y’all. I got my butt lifters on. Gravity cannot touch my jiggly parts tonight. The beat is familiar. This DJ Twatmonster or whatever her name is sucks. She just plays the same crap over and over and hopes nobody notices. Well, guess what cooter-breath! I noticed!

What always works to get a bunch of people hyped up? Something like a . . . song. I hurry over to the DJ, whispering to him the idea. He smiles and nods. Everyone knows this song, so this will definitely get their energy back up.

New York to London, over to Japan Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up We gonna party like, party like it's the end of the world We gonna party like, like it's 2012 You know that it doesn't matter as long as we got each other Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up, it ain't the end of the world, oh/ A lot of students are already here in the gym, occupying the seats. Fortunately, there are some seats in the front that are not occupied yet. Sab and I occupied the two seats in the front.

I was flat out stoned, the really good kind of stoned where your whole body feels high and any familiar music is mesmerizing. When I got to the last button, I pulled the entire shirt open in one swift motion. The girls all screamed and cheered. At that point the first song ended. The next song up was one I knew well: "No Diggity" by Blackstreet. As soon as the familiar opening riff began, the girls cheered and clapped and began moving a bit to the music themselves. I tossed the tuxedo shirt aside.

Like it was never up for debate. He gives a sharp thumbs up. The other hand flies across the laptop, cued up and ready. Sky is a go. The approval sends a strange little rush through me. The DJ signals—come on, the music kicks in. I don’t know this track… wait—I do. “Candy.” Classic. I take a breath, step forward— Then snap—a hand clamps down on my wrist. I turn around and my breath catches. Big, strong, probably late thirties, with dark hair slicked back and a neat blonde beard that makes his sharp blue eyes stand out even more.

He knew that I was not in favor of cooking assistance unless he was ready to accept the blame if things went wrong. The Bluetooth speaker on the counter suddenly started playing music as he was scrolling through his phone. The track Yeah! by Usher featuring Lil Jon and Ludacris blared through the small space, and I immediately rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what was coming. As expected, Dominic began rapping the lyrics of the song even throwing in exaggerated dance moves like flailing rather than actual choreography. I couldn't help it! I laughed so hard that I almost dropped the wooden spoon. He leaned in closer, still dancing, and whispered in my ear, “This is music, baby. Real R&B. None

She shouted over the music. "Okay." I mouthed. Rosa threw her hands in the air, swaying her hips from side to side. "Whoa," she shouted, "I so love this DJ." She screamed as the song transitioned to the popular beat of "Own it" by Stormzy. I glanced at her and laughed, feeling the beat of the song run through me. "Gosh," I threw my head back and raised my hands in the air, "I'm so in the mood for choreography."

I never imagined he would end up being the man whom I would be hating for the rest of my life. "Good evening everyone", dada grabbed the attention with the least amount of enthusiasm in his voice. "First of all, thanks for coming here. It was going to be a moment of joy. But....", his voice had broken. My eyes went to Lily and Dhruv. Both looked clueless with the sudden change in dada's tone.

“I see you already started.” “Oh, yes,” Johnny shyly rubbed the back of his neck. “I saw you were late, so I opened the show. Sorry, Damian.” “No, no. You have quite a lot of listeners.” Damian rubbed his chin, staring at the screen. “I mixed all our songs and they seem to like it.” Johnny smiled. “Great then. I actually wanted to ask you something.” “Yes?” “You know that I'll be a special DJ for tomorrow's party, so I wanted to ask if you could work with me. Sometimes, I get tired and—”

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.