You just have to love it when guys come up to tell you they're a DJ also. I always have to refrain from saying what I'm thinking, "Oh really? Why didn't they hire you instead?" Sunday night was a new level.
It was a black wedding, great couple and big production. They asked a friend of theirs (also black) to be their emcee. My impression was definitely racism going on but I just smiled and went along with the program. Their emcee completely blew the intros. What a dud.
By the time we hit the dance segment I'm throwing out some line dances and have a full floor (75-100). This big, fat dude walks up. He mutters something that I assume is a song request so I point him to the pen and paper sitting on the table. Not to be deterred, he speaks up with "Hi, I'm a DJ also. What player are you using? What speakers are those?" yada yada yada. He then proceeds to take MY stool out from under me (I'm standing at the time) and sits down on it, to my right and folds his arms. He sits there about 30 seconds then blurts out "Put on so-and-so next." Now I'm thinking about what nerve this dude has just shown and whether I tell him to get the h#ll away from me or to ignore him. I chose to ignore him. As soon as the next tune starts he realizes he's not going to commandeer the event so he gets up and leaves. Never says another word and I see him head to his table, get his coat, and leaves.
How would you have handled that situation?
It was a black wedding, great couple and big production. They asked a friend of theirs (also black) to be their emcee. My impression was definitely racism going on but I just smiled and went along with the program. Their emcee completely blew the intros. What a dud.
By the time we hit the dance segment I'm throwing out some line dances and have a full floor (75-100). This big, fat dude walks up. He mutters something that I assume is a song request so I point him to the pen and paper sitting on the table. Not to be deterred, he speaks up with "Hi, I'm a DJ also. What player are you using? What speakers are those?" yada yada yada. He then proceeds to take MY stool out from under me (I'm standing at the time) and sits down on it, to my right and folds his arms. He sits there about 30 seconds then blurts out "Put on so-and-so next." Now I'm thinking about what nerve this dude has just shown and whether I tell him to get the h#ll away from me or to ignore him. I chose to ignore him. As soon as the next tune starts he realizes he's not going to commandeer the event so he gets up and leaves. Never says another word and I see him head to his table, get his coat, and leaves.
How would you have handled that situation?