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“How about you let me DJ here for two weeks, no
pay, with a mix of your music and mine, and if the club
fills up, you give me a job for the summer?”
“I like things as they are,” he replied, his tone firm but
weary. He looked around the near-empty room, a hint of
doubt flickering in his eyes.
“I love this music too, Thomas,” I said. “But it's clear
those tourists expect something they can dance and party
to. They want excitement. This isn’t just about filling the
dance floor—it's about energizing the atmosphere.”
Suddenly the front door swung open with a clang. All
eyes snapped towards the entrance as a tiny, apron-clad
figure exploded down the stairs, her rubber boots
pounding out an angry rhythm on the wooden steps.
“Tomaz!” she called, her slurring voice slicing
through a trumpet solo.
Thomas shook his head, his face a perfect blend of
‘oh no, here we go again’ and ‘I'm so sorry, please forgive
my crazy relative.’
“My beloved mother-in-law,” he said. “Speak of the
devil!”
As the tornado approached, she launched into a
rapid-fire torrent of words I didn't understand. Thomas
responded in kind, his tone a mix of irritation and
embarrassment. Their voices rose and fell, filled with
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