Novel & Cerita Dj Music Man

From the noise, the chaos, the sounds of girls singing loud to Ne-Yo’s songs, I could make a mental picture of how it looked. The Dj was probably some guy in his early twenties, carried that ‘I’m not muscular but I’m a pretty boy’ look. I wouldn’t be surprised if he looked like Central Cee with the neck tattoos and the fake diamond plated teeth, not forgetting a hat. The audience could have been women about my age or Lucy, Issa and Molly’s ages. Shouting to the top of their lungs, drinks in their hands, living like no tomorrow and I wanted to be like that too tonight.

DJ Marion added. I still don't know much about him. Behind his charming and cute personality, there is something hidden well at singing. He suddenly turned to us and he was so shocked when he saw me. That's why he couldn't hear us because he was wearing earphones. He walks toward in our direction but he just looked at me. "It's not yet 5 pm sir, let's have coffee," DJ Marion said suddenly. "Sure, Vienna are you okay here?" I just nodded in response to brother RJ. The three of them left the studio, Tine and I were only left here. And still, he was looking at me. It's awkward actually.

Stepping into the club. The interior was typically had a large dance floor. Enough space to accommodate 5,000 people. The lighting was dim and the music was so loud. Enough to open a deaf man’s ear. The dj was wearing a blue round-neck shirt paired with a face cap. Jam jam was boldly encrypted on his cap. “That must be his name.” I said to Rachel . Pointing my fingers to his head. “Oh yeah it is.” She replied immediately She must have been to this place countless time.

But I wasn't listening. Because Jana was laughing softly at something someone said, someone who was not me. A man I barely recognized from the finance department stood with her, too close. A glass of wine in one hand. Gesturing. Confident in a way I hadn't seen from him before. Jana tilted her head slightly. Engaged. Aloof. And then, he offered a hand. An invitation. The first notes of a dance song spilled into the marble like silk on a sharp blade. She hesitated. Just for a heartbeat. Then placed her hand into his. I didn't move.

I started being a DJ here when I was still fifteen, and the people love me and my music. My name is Claire Daven Lawrence, but I don't honor my second name because it was from my stupid a**hole of a father. And my stage name is DJ XCeed. "Uh, okay. That will be fine, Shay. You know, if the right time will come, that real and true love of yours will be the one to come to you. You don't have to rush." I told her while rubbing her back.

the DJ shouted at him over the pounding beat of the music. “Very much,” Bradford told him, swaying to the beat. “I DJ too and thought I could pick up some pointers.” The DJ looked him over and nodded, saying, “I thought I recognized you. You’re the DJ for Steel Gaze, right?” Bradford’s mouth dropped open, and he asked, “You’ve heard of us?” The DJ nodded and said, “I’ve been to several of your shows. I guess you could say I’m a fan.” Bradford waved his hand toward the DJ set up, saying, “Likewise, man. I love what you’re doing here tonight.”

Before the man at the bar walked back to them with their drinks, she heard someone start to talk on the microphone on the small stage created. "Good evening, all of you. I can see you're truly here just for the free food and booze." Dylan started and everyone laughed, well, most people. "Tonight, as you all know, I'm celebrating a freedom of some sort, and I would like for you all here to celebrate it with me. Tonight isn't just about me, but about all of us here who have something we are battling, or something we want to forget so badly. So tonight, we're going to dance, party, and forget about it all. That's why I have taken the liberty to invite the maddest DJ here tonight. Make some nois

"Hey yourself." "Gather around… Gather around everyone!" DJ called, a silver fork clinking against the champagne flute he held in his right hand and they all moved closer forming a circle. "It's been a long awful year. A lot of things have happened in the past few months. We got hurt, we cried, we laughed, we got scared shitless, but in all of this, I am glad we are all here today, alive and healthy. I would like to make a special toast to my brother, Louis, and my once father who by the power of the universe reincarnated as my son, Danny Dylon, soulmate to Louis Levon!" The little crowd made up of family and a few close friends cheered and drank from their glasses. It has indeed been quite

The emotions of mankind. ‘I’m glad you liked it.’ ‘I love it more after listening to it. So what’s the title?’ Rum chuckled some more before answering, ‘I’m a Psycho.’ ‘That’s right!’ The DJ cheered with champagne popping sounds in the background. ‘And as I really want to give my producer a hard time, I’m gonna play this right now—but when we return, I want to talk about the controversy of the lyrics that I just read out.’ Hmm? Controversy?

◆◆◆ Chapter 3 ◆◆◆ "Marcus is the best DJ in the city…" "Marcus is your college friend who plays EDM from 2018!" Damien slammed his coffee down so hard the lid popped off, dark liquid pooling on the desk between us. "I'm hiring Kristov. He's got a European following, plays festivals…" "He costs fifty thousand a night!" "He brings in seventy thousand in bar sales!" We glared at each other across the Voltage office. The club was empty, mid-afternoon sun slanting through the high windows in dusty shafts, highlighting every particle of tension suspended between us.