My Name is David Hicks also known as DJ Hicks and I’m from Red Bank, New Jersey.
I love running my Party Entertainment services (Hicks House of Entertainment) & (DJ Hicks Party Entertainment), because I enjoy nothing more than providing an unforgettable experience for others. I remember as a kid, what other entertainment services brought into my life and now I want to do the same for others. Being the life of the party, and in charge of the night is pretty stressful and quite the challenge but nothing beats that feeling after a successful event, as every event goes, leaving there with a smile, as well as all the other attendees leaving with smiles.
There are so many things that make me and my companies different from others but I will name a few. For one my whole staff is in the early to mid 20s. We know the youth because we are the youth. We know exactly what they want to hear and what kind of energy to bring.
Another thing that makes us different is the variety of events we provide entertainment for. I DJ all events from clubs, weddings, proms Sweet 16’s, children’s parties and so much more we have everything covered across the board. This level of versatility allows us to bring an unmatched experience to every single event. Lastly, what makes us different it’s not only our talent versatility, but our wide variety of services provide. We are the one stop shop for all your entertainment needs. Wether you need a DJ, inflatable’s, lightings, indoor sparklers, Photo Booths, photography, videography, event planning, or any other party needs we have you covered only one call away.
In five years, I see myself and my company doing a lot. For me personally, and my DJn, I see myself, DJn main stage events, as well as high production private events. For my companies, I see us being equipped with a highly talented staff of DJs & entertainers providing top-tier experiences across all of America.
I truly have one goal in my life, and that is facilitate good vibes, and provide the best experiences. No one in this world can be hurt with more happiness so why not spread as much of it as you can. As I mentioned before music and entertainment services have the ability to provide that high on life experience, and I feel we are the best at it. So my goal is to have the platform to be able to provide that experience as many people as I can in my lifetime.
I bring to the industry a one of a kind experience. I truly believe I am the best entertainer out there; I know what the people want. Our energy and vibes are unmatched.
We also bring an extremely high level convenience and affordability being able to make one call for all of your entertainment needs rather than going through the hassle of calling multiple services and dealing with multiple bills. With us you make one call, get one package deal, and we’re ready to rock!
Lastly, I want to be remembered as the ultimate experience provider, the king of the entertainment industry. As I said before we provide that high on life experience. I want every guest who ever attends a party, club, wedding, sweet 16, by me and my team to leave thinking to themselves, Oh my god, that was the greatest night of my life. If my team and I can be remembered as a people who did that for everyone I will finally feel accomplished, and will be able to rest in peace.
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