After my four-week-stay in Hong Kong, it was close to the opening of a new school year. Just the day before the school year started I phoned to Emi and chatted. The most relevant topic was, of course, my trip to Hong Kong. After a while, Emi asked, "So what did you do last month?"
"I don't know. Meeting old friends and such. Oh, I went to Macao once but the night was a nightmare."
"Why?"
"I was sleeping on third floor and the hotel was hosting a rave party that night. Loud techno music - you have the picture."
"That's too bad. I just wanted to ask did you have a good trop." Emi said. "By the way, do you like music in general?"
"Not much." I said. "What's going on?"
"Just asking. And here's Rage."
"What's going on, buddy? How is your DDR skill?" Rage asked.
"Going to trick difficulty." I lied. I was very doubtful of whether I had reached that skill level yet.
"Good. What did Emi asked you? About Emi and myself… Ouch. Stop hitting me!"
I heard Emi said in the background. "Who do you think you are?"
"So did you go to some DDR tourney?" Rage said.
"To watch? Nope."
"Oh. I forgot to tell you. Do you know why Emi was asking whether you like music? Because she is thinking about joining her school's radio station and she thinks she may be able to promote DDR."
"That's good. Hope things go well. And if I have time, I will bring some photos to you, including of myself playing DDR."
As the new school starts, I was busying myself with getting things started. After a week, I heard this from the announcement:
The CFMG is recruiting new DJs for the radio station. Want to show off your skill? Then don't miss the chance. Get an application form outside the science department room and make a compilation tape and the interview is waiting for you. More info is on the application form.
I asked myself whether I should join the crew. I secretly asked some of my friends and surprisingly, they thought I should make a try, at least. The next day I went to school much earlier than usual. After I arrived I went to the science department room and got an application form. As I did not want anyone to see me getting a form, I quickly put the form in my backpack and ran away.
After I went home I phoned Emi and talked to her about the CFMG radio station thing.
"So Kenny, you are planning to become a DJ?"
"Just giving it a try. I'm not very confident with myself though." I said.
"Same as me. I am going to the school radio station interview tomorrow. I will become a school radio station DJ, that is, if I succeed."
"Good luck then."
I did not know whether Emi succeeded. Then, after a week, it was my turn and the interview was after school. On that day, candidates were waiting outside the "booth" (that is what the DJ crew called their station). After a while, three students came out, introduced themselves as Nazia, Mary Anne and Colin, and said that they were holding the interview. Then, a student was called in.
"I wonder what is happening inside." said a candidate.
"Who knows?" I said, and put my ears on the door, hoped to hear something from inside.
"Did you hear something."
"Nothing." I said, and the door opened. "NEXT! And stop listening!"
Soon it was my turn.
"Why do you want to be part of the crew?" Mary Anne asked. Colin was in the room and Nazia was in the cafeteria downstairs.
"To explore the music field. Hope to experience more kinds of music."
"And what kinds of music you like?" Colin asked.
"I have no specific preferences."
After several days, I received a note from CFMG.
I succeeded.
