Dj Music Man Novels & Stories

“Figured I’d get their attention.” I snuck another weary glance at Timothy. The woman was still clinging to him, but her body language was far from suggestive. Her back was stiff, and her lips were drawn into a frown. “Hey, everybody,” the DJ said into his microphone. His voice echoed across the room, drawing everyone’s attention. I wanted to crawl under the table and never leave. “This one was requested of me in dedication to a special someone. You know who you are.”

It was no longer a bad habit now, it was what he was using to make money. Amelia kept laughing and acting like she cared. "Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the best dj in town" someone nearly tore their ears with the loud sound. "Presenting the amazing ClawPaw" Loud claps came from everywhere, with each person clapping to out-clap the other. Amelia joined it. The dj bowed to accept his praises and then got up on stage. He said a few words before he began to touch the console. He started with a slow familiar tune before increasing his tempo to an upbeat song.

Trevor: Connect them to my augmented vision, no picture from our side. DIANA: Connecting... A picture of a man shows up near a diamond on another battle cruiser class ship, a young looking man in his late 30's with a clean shaved beard and wearing baseball cap with the words "DJS Susotori" written on it. Susotori Guy: So he did not make it huh? DIANA: Admiral Joseph McKenzie? Susotori Guy: DIANA? You are still active? Trevor: What is going on? DIANA: The man you are speaking with is the man who Vice-Admiral Gapes considers as his mentor.

Jason Derulo's 'mamacita' suddenly comes on. I scream at the top of my lungs as I grind harder on the guy I'm dancing with . I love this DJ for rocking my night because at this very moment in time this song describes my situation. I wasn't getting noticed all night but at least I did get a guy interested in me. He smells so good and really knows what he wants. I bet he is loaded too because when he first approached me at the counter, he walked like like his money talks. Like the whole world would stop just to let him walk by.

Like the previous DJ I had a crush on, he has the crowd dancing and begging for more with his infectious energy. He immediately took control of the audience, and now everyone is going absolutely nuts while he basks in their adulation. It was not true what people claimed about the wildlife speeding up the aging process, and he was doing great living off of vodka, jager bombs, and whatever other drug concoction he was using. He had not changed in appearance since the last time we saw him.

The place was very noisy even though it wasn't too late, but the music that was heard was quite piercing to the ears. Anyone who was not used to it would feel disturbed and dizzy. However, the man walked leisurely because he was used to it, even raising his hand to greet the DJ who was playing on a special stage there. His steps were relaxed as he entered deeper into the place filled with people who were dancing, dressed sexily, even drinking, or just hanging out.

he grinned at the thick brunnette that was licking a man off. The club went silent. "Hey bro! Is that Matthew Beans?" The dj yelled and the women giggled knowing what was going down soon. "Nah... let the music boom." Matt winked at the dj that had nothing on except a boxer. Tattoo covered his whole body like he'd just been dipped in ink. He grinned as well and pressed a button... the whole place scattered...women dancing, men drinking, the smell of arousals, alcohol and so on. Matt slided into a chair at the counter and winked at the female bartender..

She says, talking and staring only at Damien. “I need an artist, I could find someone to play piano but it’s...” “Just DJ the party yourself,” I tell him. “Or was that phase all for nothing?” A phase where I spent half a million on lessons and equipment plus gigs and a whole lot of other nonsense. Just thinking about it is pissing me off again. Damien shakes his head, “I can DJ. I will be doing that thrice a week but opening night is supposed to be big, live music.” He says. “I need to find..” he trails off, eyes shifting to Aeliana. “Aeliana.”

However, I continue to drink. People became wilder as the night deepened. I was even dizzier with the lights and the loud music that the DJ was playing. But why, even in the middle of all these, I can still feel the silence in my heart? "You alone?" I turned from watching the dancers when someone spoke next to me. I tried so hard to open my eyes and looked at the man closely. Thick and wavy hair, thick eyebrows that made his small eyes even deeper, a moderately pointed nose, and thin lips. He smiled boyishly which highlighted his chiseled jaw.

"Remember no getting drunk. This is a mission." Sydney reminds us for the tenth time before leading us into 'Desires'. I adjust my dress ensuring that nothing can be seen before holding Jayden's arm and walking into the neon lighted place with a song I don't know playing. "That's Linda DJing over there." Jayden says to me as he points to a corner. I see her mop of curly hair bouncing as she jumps to the music and her husband, Ken Manchester, on the side walking to a man as he holds a glass of brown substance.