“Welcome everyone to the first
talk radio airing of Steady Machine, I’m your host Frankie Bloom and I’d like
to talk about many things this lovely afternoon. As you sit there in your cars
going ten miles an hour trying to make it home to your loved ones or, your dog,
I want to take you on a journey that will not only leave you enlightened but
optimistic that maybe one day these damn construction workers will get it right
and add more lanes to the highway.”
I could see out of the corner
of my eye Mr. Young smirking as I queued the gag reel and couldn’t help but
exhale a major sigh of relief. I’d really did it.
“Anyways as I was saying –“ Shit,
what was I saying?
I paused a brief moment and I
could feel my heart stop beating. I’d forgotten my opener. My opener that I’d
practiced on for months on end; in my car, in the shower, with Chloe, hell I
could say it in my sleep but now, with that insignificant second of distraction
I’d forgotten every last word in that damn five minute paragraph.
“Uh,” I fumbled around my
counter for my cards, where the hell did I put them?! Darting my eyes from left
to right I could feel the sweat building up on my forehead, my heart had
regained energy and was now pulsating at ample speed in my ear drums. Mr.
Young’s smirk had vanished.
“Oh!” THERE! Under the damn
ashtray I’d picked up from the floor was my note cards, instinctively I
gathered them in my hands and read the opener.
“Right, so, as I was saying,
starting with the first topic of course folks, it’s the hell you just crawled
out from and will return bright and early back to tomorrow: Work!” I slap the
applause button.
“That’s right, I wanna know
right now all those evil thoughts and aggressions you hide and desperately
tried to cover up about your job. Wither it be about your Boss, your
co-workers, or just your position I wanna hear it! Ninth caller of course gets
the hourly giveaway prize this radio station is well known which today is two
smokin’ hot tickets to see the greasy haired grunge band, Pearl Jam playing
this Saturday at Shredder’s Pub.
I don’t wanna keep you guys
waiting any longer with the tunes so let’s start the kick off of your ungodly
long wait with some heavy stuff. Take it away boys!” I started up the first
song of the playlist and shut off my microphone. Within seconds Mr. Young
catapulted through the door.
“Blooming! Wonderful! You
almost didn’t fuck up! I always knew you had it in you boy!”
I couldn’t muster enough
strength to say anything so my gratitude for him not coming in here and
strangling me to death was a smile across my exhausted face. Mr. Young returned
it with a pat on my shoulder.
I get up from my chair and head
to the restroom trying to calm my nerves, doing my passion shouldn’t be this
stressful. As I approach the water fountain I feel my phone vibrating in my
pocket. I pull it out and glance at the screen, it’s Chloe.
“Hey, Beautiful.” I greet her
with a calm tone but I wanted to scream the words at the top of my lungs.
“You did wonderful, Baby!”
Chloe exclaimed back to me “I heard every word and you didn’t miss a single
one! Why was there a pause though might I ask?” I could see the grin on her
face in my mind.
“Well my love,” I began coyly
“as a disc jockey I have to also add suspense to my dialogue, I constantly have
to keep my audience waiting for more.”
“Oh is that so?” she retorts
back to me.
“Yes my darling, it’s a dirty
job, someone’s gotta do it.”
“I’m pretty sure you used this
exact conversation with me when we first started dating. Only it wasn’t an
audience it was just me.” I could hear her fighting back the urge to laugh.
“You know, I believe you’re
right. But look at that. It worked.” I confess.
“Yes my darling, it sure did.”