Knowing that David is an internationally touring DJ, I initially declined. I know celebrity DJs cost anywhere from seventy thousand to four hundred thousand dollars per night. If I were aiming to do a specific promotion for the club—that would definitely be planned much ahead of time and I would consider a celebrity DJ of his caliber. I've done so several times in the past.
But tonight wasn't planned. And even after Riri told me that David didn't require a fee and just wanted to "have fun", I was still hesitant. Nothing is free these days. I can't blindly trust anyone, especially not a guy who looks at my wife like he wants her.
Why the fuck does everyone look at her like that today? First, Wozniak, now this. When David arrived and I got to talk to him and his manager—and after Riri gave me a hopeful gaze—I had to relent.