| Hey girl it’s Shayla oh my god, have I got a story for you!
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| I got a call from my agency and they asked me to play at this club
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| you are never gonna believe the shit that I had to go through
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| oh my god!
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| So anyway, I’m walking to the club
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| and as I approach this massive line up a front
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| I walk up to this big fat guy at the door and introduce myself
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| He was like «Look, stop wasting my time,
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| and line up just like everybody else»
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| I was like «What?! |
| I’m wasting your time?! |
| Motherfucker, You’re wasting my time!
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| I’m supposed to be playing in 15 minutes,
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| why don’t you go and check with your manager, okay!?»
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| oh my god!
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| oh my god!
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| He turns around and point his fucking finger to the back of the line,
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| and guess what, I had to line up for a fucking half hour
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| I eventually made my way into the club and I look around and I was like
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| «Where the fuck is the DJ booth?!»
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| I finally found the guy that was playing 5th to me
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| «You're late!»
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| I can’t believe he spoke to me like that.
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| What is everybody’s problem?
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| oh my god!
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| So I get my shit together and I start playing my favorite track,
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| and then the whole dance floor stops
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| and everybody was staring at me
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| Meanwhile the club owner approaches me and says «excuse me,
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| can you please stop playing the junk, because nobody likes that kinda music in
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| here»
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| I was like «What do you want me to do?»
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| I didn’t have anything else to play
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| So he goes to the backroom
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| and brings me a whole box of commercial shit for me to play and goes
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| «Here you go, sweetheart. |
| You can play these»
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| God, that was truly the shittiest freakin' club that I had ever played at
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| Oh my god! |