Beep!Beep!Beep!
"NO! MY HEALTH IS NOT LOW I JUST HEALED!" I was tossing and turning in my bed. Another tumble with Ansem dream…those are the worst. I shot up out of bed and looked at the clock. 7:45. "CRAP!" I shot out of bed and grabbed a random pair of pants out of my closet and a shirt off of my floor. This would have to do. I brushed my hair and tied it up into a nice bun/pony tail thing. I grabbed my Naruto messenger bag and tripped down the stairs. I was tempted to stop at the local Starbucks…but ever since the talk show, I lost my appetite for coffee… "Taxi!" I screamed. I hopped in the yellow vehicle and told the driver to floor it. I basically jumped out of the Taxi while it was still at full speed and crashed right into some old lady. "Sorry!" I yelled as I sprinted down the sidewalk. It must have been some sight. This lady in a "I Riku" t-shirt from last years anime convention busting through the delicately carved glass doors of one of the most respected radio stations in the state. "Hehe, hey everyone. Where the studio?"
A punky looking teenager ushered me through the cubicles to a carpeted door. "Thanks." I said, but when I though she was out of earshot I said, "Punk." She heard. "I said funk. That's what I'm gunna play. Funk." Ha. Yeah right. Punk.
I opened the door and walked in. A fully equipped studio awaited me. I smiled, and sat down in the spinny computer chair. This was going to be fun. I have no idea whatsoever what to do! I thought. There were probably a little over 75 buttons all over the dj counter. I pressed one. Some weird music blasted through the speakers that were on each side of the room. Really weird music at that. I quickly turned it off. Staring around at everything, I noticed a pair of headphones. Those would probably be what I wear during recording. What else was there? A telephone, a lot of CD's, and a laptop. Some bleach hair guy slipped in the door.
"You're on air in 5, 4 ," then he mouthed the last three numbers. I watched the little "ON AIR" sign blink up.
"Heyy here we are recording live in New York. For all you KH fans out there I salute ya. I'm your host Rena Hearts, playing what you request, so call in anytime, and here we go starting off with one of my favorites, Simple & Clean." I opened iListen on the laptop and played the song. That should give me at least a four minute breather. Did I really go that smooth? SWEET! Something started blinking. "Omigosh what is that!" I screamed.
Bleachy poked his head in again.
"It's called a telephone, you know it goes ring ring when someone wants to talk to you?"
"Haha very funny." But he was right. It was the phone. The song ended. "Well looks like we have a caller folks, lets see what they have to say." I pressed the blinking "caller" button under the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi yeah Rena my names Ariel."
"Hello Ariel what can I do for you?"
"Well, see there's this really sweet guy I like, but he likes another girl, is there someway I can get Sora, I mean, this guy to like me?"
"Well I don't know toots your outta luck, bye!" I didn't want to interfere with love. I mean, of course I did. Just not underwater and..yeah. "Well everyone let's let music take over. Remember, you're listening to KH FM, the best Kingdom Hearts music and help line from 8 a.m. to whenever. Tune in! Also, have questions? Send me an e-mail, I will try to help ya with your problems. Till next time!" I created a playlist and left the studio with music and commercials playing on the station.
