Chapter 4: Why Always Me?

DJ Pampula

Alright, so picture this. It’s a crisp evening, the stars are out, and I’m at this charity rave, right? Not just any charity rave—this one’s for underprivileged alpacas. Yeah, alpacas. Do they need raves? Who knows! But hey, I’m down to mix beats for the fluffiest crowd in town.

DJ Pampula

Everything's going great. The crowd is vibing, the beats are thumping. I mean, you could feel the bass in your chest, you know? And then—boom! Disaster strikes. My entire sound system just… dies. Like, kaput. Out of nowhere, like the universe was like, 'You thought this was gonna be easy? Ha, think again.'

DJ Pampula

So, now I’m here, in the middle of this rave, surrounded by dancing alpacas and confused humans, staring at my busted gear. And I think, 'Okay, Pampula, this is your moment. Improvise or go home.' And boy, did I improvise.

DJ Pampula

I grab a kazoo—a kazoo—and a pair of spoons from the snack table, and I go full-on freestyle mode. I’m talking kazoo beats, rhythmic spoon clacks. It was messy and chaotic and, honestly, kind of magical. Like, who knew spoons could slap? Literally.

DJ Pampula

But here’s the kicker: next thing I know, someone’s recording me, and bam—it goes viral. Like, millions of views. I’m not just DJ Pampula anymore; I’m DJ Pampula, the Kazoo King, Spoon Wizard, Meme Lord Supreme. You know what I mean? One second you’re a DJ; the next, you’re meme royalty. Go figure.

DJ Pampula

And honestly, I gotta ask, why always me? Like, for real, I can’t even do a good deed for some alpacas without getting thrown into the chaos blender. But hey, I guess that’s what keeps life interesting, right? So, on that note, we’ll see you next time. Stay crispy!