Draft sighed as he walked into his room. He tossed his saddle bags from school in the corner, most likely going to ignore his homework again. He had something else on his mind. Then again it was always on his mind whenever he wasn't do it. That thing was music. Draft felt he heard music everywhere; or at least he heard beats that he wanted to use to make music. Nature had that kind of power, inspirational beats that moved with your heart.

For awhile now the phoal had been contemplating his life. Ever since he had busted forth from his blister back he had loved music. But then again so did his brother and papa. What made him different? They heard the music in the world but they had their own spin on it. Maybe that's what he really needed to think about. What was his music? He looked to his keyboard and smiled. Well he sort of knew his kind of music.

While PARTY beat on his drums Draft loved the sound of the electric note. No strings, no picks, no acoustic; just the hum of the bass note through his speakers and the up and down of the sound to his tunner. He trotted over and turned on his favorite keyboard, one that had a turn table attached to it. He had learned of mixing and scratching through watching TV and had given in a try. It seemed to work with his prefered brand of music.

He began to play a few notes, turning on a bass beat he had made the other day that calmed him. But what could he do with this? He didn't want to be a famous musician like his papa, traveling all the time and never getting to spend any time with his family. He wanted to be close to his siblings. The idea of a sibling band had crossed his mind but no, he wanted something of his own. Then something hit him. What was that guy that papa always talked about in the clubs? The guy who "laid down the beats" and "kept the party going"?

A DJ!! That was what it was called! They also were on the raido, Draft remembred now! Something stirred with in his little heart as he imagined that kind of life. Being able to go to local clubs or stay at home on the radio while he created music. A lazer light show would be perfect to top it off in a club! The burn grew stronger as he thought about it. So he did what he always did when he felt like this; he began to sing.

Dj With the fire, rock ya , move
Dj With the fire, DJ rock ya , move
Dj With the fire, rock DJ
Dj With the fire, rock ya , move
I Deejay with the fire.
I Deejay with the fire.
I can rock your body ! Move!
DJ with the fire
I can rock your body ! Move!
And I DJ with the fire ! Fire !
I can DJ ,I’m a DJ with the fire
I can rock your body ! Move!
And I DJ with the …..
I can rock your body ! Move!
DJ with the fire
I can rock your body ! Move!
And I DJ with the fire ! Fire !
I can DJ ,I’m a DJ with the fire
I can rock your body ! Move!
I DJ with the…
I Can……

And I Dj With the fire, rock ya , move
Dj With the fire, DJ rock ya , move
Dj With the fire, rock DJ
Dj With the fire, rock ya , move
I Deejay with the fire.
I can Rock….
I Deejay with the fire.


Ah that was nice. They were simple lyrics, as most of his beats were. Lyrics were just notes to go with the beat just as any instrument was. He played with the dials on his keyboard to make them change pitch until he was satisfied. As Draft sang he felt so happy. This is what he was suppose to do, to DJ and bring the music to the people to enjoy in their own ways. His insipiration began to pick up, more words came to his mind and he let them go free with his beautiful voice.

I Deejay with the fire.
I go to sleep when it is morning
I live my life like a vampire sucking music
I send a message when I DJ
I touch my people with vibrations from my 2 turntables
I go to party with the fire
It makes me know how I feel that’s the deal buddy
You see the walls around me c’mon let’s raise the roof
And so I’m spinning my best records tonight for you

I can Rock….


The song itself continued; the beats coming from the depths of his heart. This was his calling. This is what he wanted to be. A DJ. He even knew what he would call himself. DJ DP, the electric phunk phony. The music kept coming all through the day until his mother finally turned the electricity off to the stable. Only then did Draft stop, but his path was set and he knew who he was meant to be.
((This is a song by Effiel 65 called "I DJ with the Fire"))