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Originally Posted by chumley1013
Cameron ducks down more as she struggles to listen. She responds with a nod. "Oh yeah, I got this." Her glance at Galen turns into a grin.
After looking up the song and downloading it, she grabs the mic and does some crowd control. "All right boys and girls," She begins, looking right at Corat and her friends. "I've just had a request from a Preacher! This is for you, Padre!"
Her finger hits the play button on her keyboard...
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The crowd points him out, as if there was any doubt about who 'The Preacher' was who requested the song. It is in fact Galen. And "Whiskey in the Jar" with a solid EDM beat plays, and the crowd can't resist. Dancing ensues.
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Originally Posted by ladyarcana55
Sunae's attention shoots to the DJ booth. Why would he be requesting a song? She does not trust or his taste in music and Sunae is already upset that that this guy is trying to steal the party. Time to bring it back.
"NO! Tiesto!"
She looks to her friends and gets them to back her choice. Soon, some of the hottest girls at the party are calling for DJ Tiesto.
(And yes, Sunae is counting on the fact that at a party like this when a bunch of pretty girls want something, they are going to get it. The guys will usually make sure of that.)
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It was a solid plan. Sunae's girl-friends start cheering for the previous DJ, and their guy-friends, hoping to get lucky, back their play. Ryuki goes stone-faced, Corat looks worried for Cameron, and I can't speak for any of the PC's.
I can tell you that the attention Galen got has wound up someone else, someone who wants the, um, spotlight on himself. A car emerges from under a tent, surging forward slowly and unevenly as though it had two drive trains instead of only one. Of course, the awkward steering could be the fact that the only visible driver of this car is standing on its roof, one hand wrapped tightly around a rope that is hitched under the hinges of its hood. He's young, with curly brown hair and nicely tanned skin for a white guy, and he's decided this rather odd old car is his personal bronco. The fact of a car in this crowd gets the crowd to part, and the sheer bravado of it gets him howls of amazement. He hoots in joy and appreciation.
It is clear to any but the entirely normal that this man is not a mortal man at all.