Hello! I'm glad so many of you thought that the last chapter was kawaii; it feels like I finally did decent fluff. I'm not sure how good this chapter is, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
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Day Five: DJ Time
It was a slow day in the Town Hall. It was a nice summer day, enjoyed by jocks and lazy villagers alike. No one was into the idea of funding yet another fountain, and the Beautiful Town ordinance was going great. Plus, no one was into asking for citizen satisfaction ratings or changing the town tune. All Isabelle was doing was waiting for someone to come in.
Deciding that if someone wanted to ask for her assistance they would've showed up by then, Isabelle pulled out her copy of "How to make him fall for you in a fortnight". Flipping through the pages, she made it to where she had stopped: Day Five. Just as she was about to start reading it, someone burst into the Town Hall. Isabelle gave off a small "eep!" and tossed the book under her desk. "U-Um, how may I help you- K.K. Slider!?"
"Hey, Isabelle," replied the DJ/composer, greeting the secretary with a smile. She and K.K. Slider were old friends; the three of them - Isabelle, K.K., and Digby - grew up alongside each other in a town known as Canis. The three of them were close. In fact, Isabelle and Digby were the only ones who knew that DJ KK was in fact KK Slider. Sure, it was an obvious alias, but only they were given genuine confirmation. "Sorry for not visiting your workplace in a while. Been busy."
"I know. I mean, you do have more than ninety songs under your belt so far," commented Isabelle, remembering the fact that she had most of his records. "Last time all three of us had a nice little chat in person was when you only published twenty songs."
"I'm glad you remember so well," said KK, chuckling. Then all of a sudden, his face went dead serious. "I'm sorry, Isabelle, but I'm not here for a leisurely chat. I have a bit of business with you for something that's happening tonight."
"Really? If you needed a secretary for a night, you should have informed me two weeks in advance. How am I supposed to get a stand-in for the Mayor on such short notice?" the shih tzu replied, acting as professionally as possible. She'd love to help her old pal, but she didn't want to inconvenience her love in the process.
"Oh, you're worried about your Mayor, right?" asked KK. When he received a nod in reply, he pulled out a notice from his pocket. She took it from him, reading it from start to finish. "I got his permission. He's surprisingly approachable."
"I know all too well, KK." She handed him back the paper. "Anyway, what do you need me for?"
"Well, I kind of have a gig tonight in a place called Canis. Ring a bell?" When he saw surprise on Isabelle's face, he continued. "Glad you remembered that too. Anyway, I couldn't refuse, but I'm also obligated to appear tonight at eight o' clock tonight as DJ KK. As you can see, I'm in a tight situation."
"I see, but what do you want me to do?" asked Isabelle. KK slowly smirked.
"You should fill in for me, of course. No one knows my songs - and their remixes - better than you and I, and since I can't put on a show for New Leaf tonight, I was hoping that you'd do it." Isabelle thought about it for a moment. She did have to admit that she enjoyed his music, and playing it for an audience would be fun, but she didn't want people pestering her for KK's identity after she explains how she's related to DJ KK. Plus, she might not even do a good job at DJ-ing. Noticing the apprehension surrounding Isabelle, KK said, "I really need you to do this for me, Isabelle. Don't worry, I won't let people bug you about DJ KK's identity. I swear. Heck, I'll even put in a good word in for you with the Mayor if I ever get the chance. Please, Isabelle?"
"...Okay."
XOXOXOX
"But what do you mean DJ KK's not showing up!?" cried Dr. Shrunk, flailing about. One moment he was just getting everything for the DJ to take over, then the next moment, the Mayor's secretary says that he's not coming and that she'll take his place. After he was done freaking out, Isabelle slipped him a DJ KK signed letter, which told him all about the circumstances surrounding the swap out. "Oh, I do hope you put on a good show, Isabelle-"
"It's 'DJ Belle' now, Dr. Shrunk," replied Isabelle, setting up her stage. Lights, check. Audio, check. Vinyl, check. Headphones, check. DJ Belle is set
Slowly, the denizens of New Leaf poured into Club LOL, ready for another fun night of dancing to DJ KK's remixes. One stood out among the rest: the Mayor. Isabelle's heart skipped a beat, as she started to feel a bit nervous. Shaking that thought out of her head, she decided to quell the murmurs of "Who's this?" and "Where's DJ KK?" by raising a hand and saying, "Settle down, please. DJ KK's a little busy at the moment, so he asked me to cover for him, and I will. Are you ready for DJ Belle to take over!?"
No one replied. They were still too busy starting up the rumor mill. Isabelle was starting to feel discouraged. It was one thing to make good remixes - she had that covered; it was a different matter entirely to pump out a crowd and have it dance to your remixes. Just as she was about to call in the towel, she heard a cry from the rabble. "Whoo, let's go, DJ Belle!"
She looked at the citizens of New Leaf gathered in front of her. There was one man - one human - who had his hands cupped around his mouth. 'Oh, Mr. Mayor. You're so dependable!'
Quickly regaining her confidence, she bellowed, "I can't hear you! I said, 'Are you ready for DJ Belle to take over!?'"
Club LOL was shook with the force of scores of people chanting "Yeah!" It seemed that everyone decided to give her a chance once someone - the Mayor - helped build up the hype. Riding the wave of momentum the Mayor's holler just gave her, she quickly put on her fastest track. "Let's start this party!"
The night was a success, in more ways than one. Isabelle unknowingly completed step five: Show off your talents.
