ON AIR
It was snowing, and both DJs had called in sick to the tiny radio station. “Put the emergency all-night tape on,” they said.
No. He’d prayed for this. If not now, when?
Heart pounding, he went to his locker and changed. He was alone, it was radio, no one could see, but he felt more relaxed.
The ON AIR sign flashed red, the signature sax solo played, and a sultry feminine voice said, “This is WIJZ, and you have Simone riding with you through the night.”
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“Some of our advertisers have pulled out.” Big Boss man was speaking. It was the morning after. “But I’ve seen how our social media lit up, and I’ve already got new advertisers in place. Sure, there’ll be a hiccup in cash flow, but I can read trends and long-term it could be better.”
He paused, and looked at the ratings again. “Simone, right?”
I nodded.
“How’d you like to quit your tech job, and do that night slot full-time?”
#prose #story #transform 2018-07-23/24 / 2018-08-01