Gordon's Story, Part 4


We found Wendy and Paul on the dancefloor, but we weren't so excited. The DJ was playing bland techno music, and Karen and I both decided that we couldn't stand it. We went up to the DJ's table to make requests. We might have spent about half an hour just looking through his records, but we finally found some good stuff. His assistant was cool, helping us to look for tracks, and a couple of times he told his boss, "Hey, I never knew we had this song! How could you have done so many dances without ever playing this one?" The head DJ just sort of glared at his partner. We were sort of dejected, so we went back to our table, and Wendy and Paul had come back to sit down. Karen stood next to me and was ruffling my hair a little, and I put my arm around her waist. Wendy took this as a sign that we were hitting it off, which I guess we were, and she giggled and whispered something to Paul. We were chatting and then, suddenly, Karen and I heard the first few notes of a song we'd asked for. We bolted up out of our chairs and on to the dancefloor, but I think Wendy and Paul stayed behind. I looked over at the DJ's table, and there was the assistant, giving us a big thumbs up. The main DJ must've been out eating his dinner or something, because the only guy behind the turntables for a solid forty-five minutes was our pal, and he was spinning all the tunes we'd asked for.
	by Brian Tivol

We found Wendy and Paul on the dancefloor, but we weren't so excited. The DJ was playing bland techno music, and Karen and I both decided that we couldn't stand it. We went up to the DJ's table to make requests.

We might have spent about half an hour just looking through his records, but we finally found some good stuff. His assistant was cool, helping us to look for tracks, and a couple of times he told his boss, "Hey, I never knew we had this song! How could you have done so many dances without ever playing this one?" The head DJ just sort of glared at his partner.

We were sort of dejected, so we went back to our table, and Wendy and Paul had come back to sit down. Karen stood next to me and was ruffling my hair a little, and I put my arm around her waist. Wendy took this as a sign that we were hitting it off, which I guess we were, and she giggled and whispered something to Paul.

We were chatting and then, suddenly, Karen and I heard the first few notes of a song we'd asked for. We bolted up out of our chairs and on to the dancefloor, but I think Wendy and Paul stayed behind.

I looked over at the DJ's table, and there was the assistant, giving us a big thumbs up. The main DJ must've been out eating his dinner or something, because the only guy behind the turntables for a solid forty-five minutes was our pal, and he was spinning all the tunes we'd asked for.

by Brian Tivol