Dave you and MC have more in common than your surname's :)
Who's the DJ here?
The crowd sits... Silence falls in awe of the gall that the muscle man figurine has to walking into the party...
Oh it's you?
He approaches a baffled little spectacle hunched in a corner over his black non apple device.
PC? That's cute... Listen I know you probably have good taste and what not, but can you please play me the song...
Laughter erupts through the lounge throwing the beef cake off. Realising for some reason that he's just walked into a house of people he doesn't know and hasn't even tried to introduce himself. He sniffs... courage makes it's way up his nostrils enough for introduction process making him forget about the David Guetta request he was still to request.
I'm Dane Hammer he says to the bemused faces beaming at him. (What is it about a smile that throws people off so much?)
"This guy's a dickhead" Says one of the dude's clicking his soft hand. Everyone laughs again and the vibrations in his nose force him to pipe up again.
Raaahht...(Right)
He says turning back to the rhythm enthusiast.
Is this really happening?
The people pipe up and start talking smack about the dude in the night light. Laughing at him live chucks. The stubborn plum tree pretends to catch joke's, slang and the occasional hand shake wondering the entire time if he started off on the wrong foot with the peoples.
I feel like things aren't going the way their supposed to here... so can I walk out and start again?
Being a bunch of motherfucker's that don't judge books by their cover's the group allows him to walk out the door to the flat and make his way back in.
Wasup my brothers...
That's his opener.
Dane Hammer should do standup at Vega Brand Communication College/School, in the alphabet c does come before S right?
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