Karen's Story, Part 4


Wendy got all excited when she heard them playing that trite dance music that she always listens to. The dull, plodding bass and the keyboard players who think they can rap just don't appeal to me. Fortunately, Gordon felt the same way, so we both went over to make requests when Wendy and Paul hit the dance floor. We begged and pleaded with the main DJ to look at the record collection, and there, at the end of the boxes in the back, I found what I was looking for. There were records that I hadn't heard since my older sister joined Columbia House in 1981. Another box had some records on the Two-Tone label in the back. I asked if they ever played those records and the main DJ said, "No." So then I asked if I could buy them from him since he never uses them and he said, "No." He seemed bitter. His assistant thought we were a hoot, though. So, we were feeling defeated and we went back to the table where Wendy and Paul were resting. Then, in the background, I heard one of the songs I'd requested! Gordon and I looked up at each other, jumped out of our chairs, and we both ran out onto the dance floor. I looked up at the DJ table, and the main DJ was missing, and his assistant was playing all the songs we pulled aside. He gave me a little wave when he saw me looking up at him, and he kept playing cool song after cool song.
	by Brian Tivol

Wendy got all excited when she heard them playing that trite dance music that she always listens to. The dull, plodding bass and the keyboard players who think they can rap just don't appeal to me. Fortunately, Gordon felt the same way, so we both went over to make requests when Wendy and Paul hit the dance floor.

We begged and pleaded with the main DJ to look at the record collection, and there, at the end of the boxes in the back, I found what I was looking for. There were records that I hadn't heard since my older sister joined Columbia House in 1981. Another box had some records on the Two-Tone label in the back. I asked if they ever played those records and the main DJ said, "No." So then I asked if I could buy them from him since he never uses them and he said, "No." He seemed bitter. His assistant thought we were a hoot, though.

So, we were feeling defeated and we went back to the table where Wendy and Paul were resting. Then, in the background, I heard one of the songs I'd requested! Gordon and I looked up at each other, jumped out of our chairs, and we both ran out onto the dance floor.

I looked up at the DJ table, and the main DJ was missing, and his assistant was playing all the songs we pulled aside. He gave me a little wave when he saw me looking up at him, and he kept playing cool song after cool song.

by Brian Tivol