Price balked when he realized what the DJ was suggesting. "Uh, no," he said nervously, shaking his head like a lunatic. He still couldn't believe who he was facing - what were the odds, really? "She can go," he added, sweat already beginning to form on his upper lip. There was no way in hell he could sing with her. That'd remind him of old times too much, times that he hadn't exactly tried to forget, but rather stashed far in the back of his mind.
"Oh, someone's a little shy," the DJ said with a chuckle. "Aren't you precious. Too late to back down now! Make some noise for Sonny and Cher!" He yelled into the microphone, resulting in a thousand drunken cheers from the crowd.
Price sent his best death glares in the direction of the DJ, who he couldn't hate more than he did at this moment. Unfortunately, they didn't seem to faze him at all.