Dj Music Man Novels & Stories

While he did that, he bobbed his fat head up and down repeatedly, reveling in the melody he was mixing for the clubbers. I continued to stare at the DJ. He seemed to be in his early thirties yet he looked like he had been DJing since he was in his mother's womb. He was Afro-American, with thick, short dreads and had a very rotund figure. He kept on moving his head to the rhythm of the songs he was blending. I was pretty sure I had seen him somewhere before, probably at another nightclub. "Two bottles of Tequila Ley coming right up!" The bartender's voice drew me back to face him.

He was only there to confront the thief, so the real security guard went to see if Dayna the secretary was in. “You can come with me, or you can keep staring at my mummy's arse. It's up to you.” The man's views now landed on the handsome kid who was far too smart for his age. “I was not looking at your mom's butt.” The man declared. The man sniffed the air at the kid's unique scent. He then realized the little fellow was a wolf who was almost close to getting his signature scent. “You were so looking at her butt," DJ snarled, but for some reason, DJ was drawn to the man. “I'm DJ, put it here.” DJ stretched his hand for the man to shake.

You wouldn’t know what it was unless someone told you. That made it worse. The man at the door was huge. Black suit, earpiece, dead eyes. Diana just nodded at him, whispered something low, and he stepped aside. Music hit first, slow, pulsing, dirty. Like it was made to be danced to in the dark. The lighting was low and hazy, glowing red and purple.

Their knowledge of various musical genres was also broad. They were enthusiastic in discussing how to change the old and contemporary music genre which is combined with digital music. We also discussed whether disc jockeys could be called musicians. You see, the DJs are just punching and turning the knobs to create an automatic sound. Unlike most musicians who actually play an instrument. I was happy to be with a group that understands music. I enjoyed the afternoon with a happy feeling. My decision to joined Boumerank seems correct. "Okay, I don't want to spoil the situation, but I have to go," I said, "I have a promise to keep."

“Practically. He’s an absolute dickhole, too. Hits her. Uses her. And thinks he can get away with it because he pays some bills. I was so proud of my mother for putting in applications. For finally kicking him out and standing up for herself. I believed her, Clint. Really, truly believed her that it was over. That this nightmare of a man—” “I want you to get one thing straight, Rae. That idiot down there? That’s not a man.” “I know. I know.” “No, I don’t think you do. Look at me.” I slowly panned my eyes to meet his. “Yeah?” He gripped my chin. “D.J. isn’t a man. He’s a child, masquerading in the body of a man. He’s got no clue what it means to be strong. To fight. To enjoy what he’s got in

His face was sculpted in a way where his cheek bones and jaw line stood out attractively on his slightly tanned complexion, reminding me of a ‘Ken’ doll with the way he stood there. He wore a tight white tank top showing off his muscly exterior accompanied by dark blue/sandblasted jeans and black combat boots. His muscular arms laid rest at his side with one hand in his pocket and the other on his thigh. When I finished the song and walked away the DJ started playing another slow song that I didn’t recognize. The mysterious man began to move towards me and walked so gracefully it hypnotized me. I tried to avoid his gaze, but it kept drawing me back in. My heart started pounding with every se

his friend began, but Damian cut him off. "Yes, I'll step in as the DJ tonight. I'll be the DJ for just one night," Damian declared. "But you don't know how to DJ," his friend protested. "You'd be surprised. During a business trip to Spain, I had a fling with a Spanish DJ, and she taught me a few things," Damian revealed, his grin widening. Before his friend could utter another word, Damian had already made his way to the DJ booth, skillfully mixing songs to the delight of everyone present.

Promising to not let him near my mind again. I close my eyes as I let the feeling of the music wash over me once more. When the DJ throws in one of my salsa jams. I jump up, dancing and shouting at the top of my lungs before I bump into a hard rock as I dance. When I turn to say I am sorry to the person I accidentally pumped into. Fuck... It is him again...... The owner of the dark eyes. Fuck..... no. The man dwells over me in the middle of the dance floor.

Intrigued, my eyes was locked at the DJ who was now smiling widely. Maybe that was part of their gimmick. What was he hiding underneath his sleeves? "Hello there again! I almost forgot, for those who does not know me, I am your dj on the house, DJ Ram! Moreover, the short 'disturbance' was part of our little game. But did nothing happen?" He chuckled. His face was full of mirth and blatant mysteriousness. He has this pair of phoenix eyes that would curve whenever he is smiling.

I said goodbye when I felt my bladder, I badly need to pee. I went down from the second floor because the restroom is downstairs. After I use the restroom, I left there to climb again to the top of the dance floor. There were so many people dancing in it. I glance went to the Dj’s spot. His wearing a big black hoodie that almost covers his whole face you can only see his lips. I get curious about his face so I stayed on the stairs for a while and continued to watch his every move. His type of playing the beat was so lit, I can say that his good, I mean great and a monster on this thing.