fairytaledustland:
“You want me to play mood music for the old people?” DJ made a face at this prospect. “But why? I don’t play their kind of music – I’m rock n’ roll meets jazz and they’re like… Elevator music.” The younger man gave a horrified shudder at the mere thought of those placid, smooth sounds. “And besides,” DJ puts up both hands to playfully bat away his sister’s efforts to pinch at his cheeks, “you could easily get a radio for that. I’ve got one you could borrow, it’s just gathering dust. Might need some new batteries, though.”
“Hey! My clients are not old people!” Monica protested, though, they kinda were to be honest, not all of them, but a big part. “That’s a fun of oy, silly! it would make them feel something different, like shake things up, heck, they can even dance while they wait,” the girl chuckles, “It’s not the same! the radio doesn’t have a cute...boyish charm that makes the old ladies want tO stick around,” she teased playfully, “Come ooon, just give it a try! I do nails, you do music!”
