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Ashlie: This was Stephen’s idea. He loves clubbing, but this really isn’t my kind of music! I don’t know why I put up with him sometimes.
Stephen: What’s wrong, Ash? Surely you must like this. It’s great! I’m just getting warmed up!
Ashlie: Oh Stephen I can hardly hear you. What did you say?
Stephen: I said the music’s great. Why aren’t you dancing?
Ashlie: You must be joking, it sounds like a car alarm. It’s giving me a headache. I can’t stand this kind of music.
Stephen: Oh, but dance music’s much better...
Ashlie: You know I’m going to speak to the DJ.
Stephen: Ashlie! What are you doing? You’ve cleared the dance floor. This is a dance club, not some pop venue.
Ashlie: Well, I couldn’t listen to that noise anymore.
Stephen: Come on. Let’s get out of here before people start complaining!
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Ashlie: Listen - we’ve tried live music, a club and a pub and I’ve just had a message from Sally and she says there’s a party at her friend’s house. Come on, let’s get a taxi. You don’t have to get up early tomorrow, do you?
Stephen: No, but we won’t know anyone there. Are you sure we can we just turn up? Are they going to let us in?
Ashlie: Yes - I’m sure - we’ll just tell them you’re with me. Come on, I’ve got to look up her address.
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Stephen: Hey guys, all right...
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Stephen: This is such a great house for a party.
Ashlie: Yes, it is, isn’t it? Except someone’s just turned up that terrible music. We haven’t been very lucky tonight, have we?
Stephen: For once I agree with you. I thought coming to a house party would be better than a club. You know, we could chat, meet some really cool people but this is awful.
Ashlie: Right – that’s it. We’ve spent the whole night complaining about music. Come on, we’re off!
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Stephen: I can’t believe it. We were looking for the perfect night out and look where we ended up.
Ashlie: Oh, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t we make our own music!
Neighbour: Oi! Keep the noise down!
