I Need To Hear Britney Spears ASAP!
During a Wednesday night DJ gig, two young ladies began annoying me with song requests. When folks make requests, I attempt finding a spot where the song fits in the mix. The song could go next or it may go after one or two songs. But the two young ladies couldn’t wait. They wanted the songs right now, as if the whole world centered around them and their music choices.
They attended my nights before, a blonde and a brunette. When I posted photos of my events on Facebook, Miss Brunette complained about not being in the pictures. Also, when I took Blondie’s photo, she always complained about how she looked.
Also, they used to attend my nights with guys who always requested angry rock music, the kind involving the lead singer growling the lyrics. Instead of “Stone Crazy”, one of their male friends kept me calling me “Crazy Stone”. I never understood that. As everyone called me by the right name, he called me something different.
After nights of tolerating their male friend’s angry music, Miss Brunette and Blondie now wanted to dictate my play list.
“I need to hear Britney Spears ASAP,” said Blondie. “I was crying earlier. I was in tears. I need to hear Britney.”
As for her tears, I didn’t give a shit. Just like I wouldn’t care if it was her birthday. Like everyone else, she had to wait. The minute you give some people leniency, they take advantage of it. Before you know it, I’ll be playing Blondie’s requests ASAP all night
After searching the song, it appeared as if the Britney song could go next.
“I’m playing it,” I said.
Then, I physically turned Blondie around and moved her out of my booth.
Miss Brunette kept it up with more requests. All were songs I didn’t have, which ceased the constant requests.
What annoyed me the most? After requesting all those songs and demanding them ASAP, these two didn’t even have the common decency to tip. People are always talking about black folks not tipping. Yet, apparently some white people possess a tipping problem too.
Next thing I knew, I saw drunk Blondie outside… falling down on the street. Miss Brunette had to pick her up. People sitting outside watched too.
“That’s how I like my white womenz” I said. “Drunk.”
Miss Brunette walked Blondie towards the parking lot located across the street.
I went back inside continuing the evening’s mix.
I can’t make this shit up, one of the reasons why I blog.