The Guy At BBC // phan

three

phil woke up quite nervous for work. wednesday wasn't at all bad. then again, it was just a training day. but it's monday and now that he's been training to work in the studio, he's been offered to work during a live radio show. phil was extremely nervous. a live show and he has to make sure the audio is hearable, sound effects must be clear, and all that radio show stuff. phil got ready for his long and stressful day at work. he decided to go with his red plaid shirt with his black framed glasses, hoping it looked professional enough.

by the time he gets to work, his anxiety levels are very high, and he doesn't want to move from the entrance of the building. but he somehow manages to suck it up and walk through the busy building. he went through some doors and waved to a few people that he had recently just met. then he walked into an elevator and luckily, it was empty. at least until he saw a familiar face started speeding towards him.

"hold the door please!" he called out. as much as phil didn't want to interact with humans, he was just too nice to ditch the stranger. so he held up his arm in the doorway so it wouldn't close. the stranger got closer up and phil realized who it was. it was the guy he ran into the other day. phil's cheeks turned a slight rosy pink and he looked down. "thanks." the brown haired boy said as he pressed the 3 on the wall of the elevator. 

phil was intimidated even through he shouldn't be. but it was my fault, i bumped into him, he thought. the brown haired stranger whipped out his phone from his back pocket and started playing, what looked like, Temple Run.

after what felt like 100 years of awkward silence, the elevator doors finally opened, showing them a great long hallway. phil booked it down the hallway, hoping to loose the beautiful younger boy. he probably hates me from yesterday, phil thought. 

he finally made it to a brown door and he pushed it open, only to reveal a...messy storage closet.

phil heard a giggle. "the radio station is this way," phil turned and saw the brown haired man walking further down the hall until he stopped at a similar light brown door. he pushed it open and there were so many things to look at, phil didn't know where to begin. near the door was a large table, extending just enough so there was walkway where people could get through. on the table were a bunch of consoles that had buttons and loads of other controls on them. along with that came computers and more junk phil was trained with a couple days before. when you walk down the little walkway, there were two mic stands that were sat on top of another gray table filled with more consoles and computers. the wall behind it had a large screen on it along with a bunch of props and fan art. 

"ah you must be phil lester, im matt," said one man walking up to him. phil nodded and shook his hand. "well im not sure if anyone has told you what we're doing today but i'll just keep it short in case you've already heard it," he started, "dan and pj are going to start the live radio show and you'll be keeping track of the audio. is that alright?"

"sounds good," phil tried saying as convincing as possible. "have you met dan and pj? they make a great dueo, let me introduce you to them," exclaimed the man and he led phil to where the mic stands are. 

"dan!" he called. the stranger took off his headphones and turned around. and of course, who else would it be other than the guy in the elevator? phil blushed slightly.

"this is phil lester, he's our new sound guy," matt said. dan smiled, "hey, you're the guy i ran into yesterday!"  phil blushed even more and put his head down slightly. what a wonderful day he started off with. 

"im only just kidding," he said, "my name is dan."

"nice to meet you dan."

dan, phil thought, what a cute name

phil, dan thought, that's a lovely name

xx

hi i havent updated this in 1000 years because ive been so busy but heyo im back!!