Short Story: Disk Jockey

“Up next on WBKN we got a request from Mary for her thirteen-year-old daughter Emily ‘s birthday. So here’s Justin Bieber’s ‘Baby’”. Derrick started the requested song and leaned back in his chair as far as his headset cord would let him. “Hey, Frankie. Do thirteen-year-olds even listen to the radio anymore?” The young operator in the room next to Derrick’s booth looked at him through the sheet of glass that divided them and hit the button that activated his microphone.

“Hey, Frankie. Do thirteen-year-olds even listen to the radio anymore?” The young operator in the room next to Derrick’s booth looked at him through the sheet of glass that divided them and hit the button that activated his microphone. “I don’t know, maybe,” Frankie said as the voice from his rarely used microphone cracked in Derrick’s headset.

“I don’t know, maybe,” Frankie said as the voice from his rarely used microphone cracked in Derrick’s headset. “As always, Frankie, you are just a fountain of conversation,” Derrick said, redoing his ponytail for the third time that hour.

“As always, Frankie, you are just a fountain of conversation,” Derrick said, redoing his ponytail for the third time that hour.

Frankie, like always, paid no attention to Derrick’s sarcasm and went back to reading his latest issue of Rolling Stone. While Derrick would never call himself a Bieber fan, he did appreciate that at least “Baby” was something different than what he had been playing for the past week. The way things at WKKN usually ran was that Mr. Kepler, who owned the station and looked like the human embodiment of every political cartoon’s depiction of a greedy government man, would pick the top ten most popular songs of the week and send those tracks to the disk jockeys. The jockey’s instructions were simple, play these songs on loop unless they get a request to play something else. Now that everyone had their music on demand request for songs barely came in anymore. Most of the calls that came into the station were mad by pre-teen prank callers or older people who hadn’t caught up with the times yet. As the song began to fade away, Derrick sat up in his chair and adjusted his microphone.

Most of the calls that came into the station were mad by pre-teen prank callers or older people who hadn’t caught up with the times yet. As the song began to fade away, Derrick sat up in his chair and adjusted his microphone. “Once again that’s Justine Bieber’s ‘Baby’. Coming up next on WBKN is these weeks weather report, and after that, we’ll be back to the music you love.” Derrick said in the affected voice that he was taught to use in broadcasting school.

“Once again that’s Justine Bieber’s ‘Baby’. Coming up next on WBKN is these weeks weather report, and after that, we’ll be back to the music you love.” Derrick said in the affected voice that he was taught to use in broadcasting school. Frankie started the prerecorded weather report as Derrick relaxed in his chair again.

Frankie started the prerecorded weather report as Derrick relaxed in his chair again.

“Man, when am I going to get to play the songs I wanna play?” Derrick asked himself out loud knowing Frankie wasn’t listening. “I got to listen to some great bands in college.

Iron Maiden, Motorhead, I even got into jazz for a while. But do they listen to my suggestions, no. The idiots down the hall just want me to keep playing this crappy music to bore the listener and drive me insane. I mean how does this stuff keep getting produced it-.” Derrick was cut off by the loud knock on the glass between Derrick and Frankie.Derrick looked over to see Frankie’s face completely white with his eyes almost bulging out of his head. There was a heavy silence between the two as Derrick was confused. What was going on? It was at that moment Derrick realized that there shouldn’t be silence, the whether report should be playing.

Derrick looked over to see Frankie’s face completely white with his eyes almost bulging out of his head. There was a heavy silence between the two as Derrick was confused. What was going on? It was at that moment Derrick realized that there shouldn’t be silence, the whether report should be playing. “Something went wrong with the track, it never switched over. Your mic has been on this whole time.” Frankie said with more emotion than Derrick thought he was capable of.

“Something went wrong with the track, it never switched over. Your mic has been on this whole time.” Frankie said with more emotion than Derrick thought he was capable of.
“Ah, crap…” Derrick said pushing the microphone away from him. “I’m so fired.”

– Matthew Brosche

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