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He woke up in a small room, the night before was a blur.
In fact everything before that moment of waking was fuzzy.
His frequented nest of favored pillows and blankets made him not really think much past his nose. He was cold and his feet felt itchy. Rubbing his hands together to warm them up, he climbed out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom.
After he flushed he started to wake up, confusion was pooling in his mind as he started questioning his actions. "Flushed? Do I flush? What is flushing?" Turning he looked in the mirror and realized the face looking back at him was not his own. Or was it? He sat on the side of the tub and sighed.
Feeling he was just still shaking off being so tired, he slowly made his way back to the room he'd woken up in.
Not able to get the fog cleared from his mind he crawled back into the nest of pillows and blankets and decided he was just dreaming, closing his eyes he let sleep take him.
Waking up a little later, he immediately opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings.
Nothing had changed , yet everything felt different. Foreign.
Why he was he was stuck here? Where, exactly, was here?
Sitting up he placed his head in his hands, then proceeded to vigorously rub his face.
He tried to clear his head, the fog kept him from understanding where he was, or why he was there.
Who am I?
With a heavy sigh, he forced himself to climb out of bed once more and stumbled to the kitchen. His stomach was making it obvious to him that food was needed. Opening the fridge he stared at the empty shelves. "What is this thing? And why is it empty? I don't make food...Do I?"
Clutching his head in his hand he tried to remember, but the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. "Blast it all, why can't I remember what happened?"
He retrieved a glass of water, though the act of grabbing the glass and filling it from the sink felt wrong to him. Sitting in the recliner in the living room, he sipped the cold liquid slowly. When the ugly green plastic glass was empty, he placed it on the table and sat back. "This feels all wrong. What's wrong with me?"
Seeing his wallet on the table, he picked it up and rifled through it. "Ah." He found a card that had a picture of the man he saw in the mirror.
"David Jones." He read out loud. He read it again, slower. It felt strange on his tongue, these words. This name. The name did not flow. It was unnatural for him to say them when pertaining to himself. It was far too simple. His name should be majestic, grand, and strong.
He took a deep breath, still feeling unrested. He felt warm and laid the back of his hand against his head he looked tiredly around his surroundings.
The remains of the water felt tangy in his mouth and was not enough to clear the dryness in his throat. Still the thought of drinking from the plastic container again was an unappealing one.
The chair was not uncomfortable but somehow he knew he had sat in better. He couldn't quite remember and the harder he tried to retrieve the memories, the deeper his head ached from the effort.
Perhaps my mind will feel clearer once I get to work, he thought. Wait...what?
He seemed to have two sets of instincts battling for dominance in his brain. He had a desire to go to work, and a compulsion to kick small creatures in frustration.
What? That's not normal! You don't kick animals! Have you lost your mind, David Jones?
Fuck. I'll just...go to work. That's it. Do that.
Trying not to question what he was doing, he went to his closet, selected a blue suit, and delved into his drawers, only to blink at the boxer briefs presented therein.
He couldn't recall ever wearing underwear before, but obviously these were his, so he shrugged and put them on, along with the rest of his clothes. Still, the nagging sensation of a sense of wrongness persisted.
"I just need coffee," he told himself. He grabbed his wallet and a set of keys off of a table near the door and left the abode, remembering to make sure it was locked.
He let his feet carry him where they knew to go. Down several flights of stairs into a huge cavern. He was drawn to a shiny red car partway down one row. He unlocked it, got in and started the engine.
Do I drive? I suppose I do. Here I go.
He pulled out and let his instinct and muscle memory take over. A voice came from the car and told him which direction to turn. He was going somewhere called KBAL in a building call Underground Artists Company Building. As he continued towards his destination, the buildings got bigger and bigger until he could barely see the tops of them from his vantage point. He was directed to turn into another cavernous hall, and parked. When he got out of the car a man was waiting. "Good morning Mr. Jones. Keys?"
He handed them over.
Frankly if i never have to do that again, it would be too soon.
As he walked through the doors, he was greeted but a young woman at the front desk and he asked her what he did there, she laughed and said, "Why Mr. Jones, you're the upcoming DJ don't you remember?" She gave him a sly look. "Oh wait, the other girls warned me you tend to play jokes, is this one of your pranks and now you are pretending to not know you are live on air in 20 minutes? I guess you'll be telling me you don't even know what room your set up in."
She blushed. "I listen to you all the time I know your schedule by heart!" She giggled as though she had revealed a deep dark secret no one but her diary or her closest girlfriends knew, then handed him the key to the private elevator and gave the floor number.
"If you "forget" again do come back, I love this game!" She used air quotes to emphasize the word forget.
He shook his head and headed to door she pointed to and wondered what the hell he was doing. He inserted the key and got in to the small room, then was startled when it began to move. He held on, going a little green as it shot upward. When it stopped and opened, he exited as fast as he could, his legs shaky.
I need coffee. I'm not even sure what coffee is, but I know I need it.
The aroma of the fragrant brew drew him into the break room of the familiar, yet not building.
Mechanically fixed himself a cup, still unsure of what this coffee concoction was.
Taking a sip, he cringed at the bitter taste of it. Adding some sugar and creamer to it, he tried again. It was horrible, but the added sweetness of the sugar and white chocolate raspberry creamer made it easier to drink. "Do I really drink this?" He asked himself out loud.
"Hey, it's David Jones finally rolling in!" A gravelly voice spoke from behind him, startling him, causing him to spill a bit of coffee down his shirt.
"Bollocks." David grabbed a napkin and dabbed at the mess. "What?" He asked the man who addressed him.
"Smooth, Brit. " The man laughed. "You're on in 15. One song, news break, I'll sign off and do the top of the hour ID, then you're on."
David looked at him blankly. "Umm..alright. "
Is that really my name? David? It still doesn't sound right coming from someone else. Oh well. It will have to do, as I don't seem to have another.
The man was exceptionally tall, dark haired, with a ponytail and goatee. "Hey man you okay? What'd ya do party all weekend? You seem out of it. Look worse than me and I've been here all night."
"I don't...Maybe. My memory seems to be rather foggy." He admitted.
The other man laughed. "Damn. Makes me wish I wasn't married, but I guess the girls love the accent, huh? Anyway, gotta get back, song is ending."
He trailed behind the taller man, so he would know where exactly he was supposed to be in 15 minutes.
Following the man down the hall, he stopped when he went into a room with glass window by the door. He didn't know why but he knew to stay in the hall for now. He watched the man pickup a headset, put it on and press some buttons. A red light in the hall turned on and began to blink.
"Hey! Hey! That was Prince, partying like it's 1999. I'm sure all you crazy party animals are just getting started, but my time's up. I'll be back tomorrow same time, same place. Next up is everyone's favorite Brit, David Jones. making all the ladies sigh with just his voice. Don't worry guys he'll play more great hits from the past for you. This is big Tony D the Italian Stallion signing off. You're listening to WBAL the sound of Baltimore."
As Tony hit more buttons the light in the hall was extinguished and he took the headset off, then he opened the door joined him in the hall. "It's all yours man. You got about 20 seconds, better get in there.''
David nodded and hurried into the room and put on the headset. He could hear a commercial playing and it was near its end. Looking at the graphic equalizer, he started to panic. "What do I press?"
Tony gave him an incredulous look. "Holy crap dude, you did have one hell of a weekend. Take a deep breath. Here press the red button to talk, the green to start the next set, and after that, the quarter hour news break will be up. I can't stay, I need to get home. I'm wiped."
He moved to door but turned back. "She must have been one hell of a girl to rattle your cage so much you lost your memory. " Laughing, he left David alone in the room, trying to figure out the hell he was supposed to do.
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