"Don't worry, everyone is nervous on the first day." Sawyer comments on nervous expression.
"Well I'm not scared..." I'm terrified. He opens the studio door, revealing its glory that I previously so much adored. Its albums aligned perfectly up on the wall. They date back as early as The Beatles, classics that I would love to spin back.
Sawyer nods his head to the chair next to the one he was sitting in yesterday. I sit down and watch him take an album from the shelf above the set of buttons and switches. New album, The Neighborhood. In the speaker of the corner of the room, a familiar song ticks away like a clock. Close to the end of the song, Sawyer sits next to me and presses his finger on the mic button.
"Hello, everyone. Commercial free hour is over and you are in the studio with Sawyer and Elle. Alright here's The Neighborhood with Sweater Weather." He says, setting the album onto the record player. I didn't even know they made records anymore. Old school things like this is amazing.
"I have to go get the albums that were just delivered today so I will be right back. If the song ends go ahead and make an intro to a song and play a new record. If all else fails, do commercial."
Such a nerve racking statement. I nod anyways and lean back in my chair. He leaves and the door clicks closed. The door behind me clicks open though, footsteps walking in.
"Hey, Sawy' thanks for helping me with that track yesterday. Can't wait to hear it tonight." The voice says. I don't dare turn around.
"I'm not Sawyer." I nervously laugh, playing with my fingers.
"Oh, the new host." He chuckles, "My apologies. So what's your name?"
I turn around to face the voice. If this was any other planet, any other slightly foreign world, I would think he did this to annoy me. That this job was just too good to be true, that they programmed the whole system just so I would be stuck with him again. But his face shows the equal amount of surprise, like it was the purest coincidence to ever happen.
"You?" I gasp, standing up to meet his gaze. Great, just what the world needs. Another reason for me to see Louis more in my life.
"You?" He repeats, looking down at me.
"I'm the co-host..." I shake my head in disbelief.
"Co-host?! You're a secondary student!"
"Your point being?"
"Only university students work here...at least it was only university students."
"Okay and what is your relevance to this job?"
"I'm the DJ."
Oh, well that's just the bow tied on top to it. It makes sense now. He talked about being a DJ and it's just an unintentional coincidence that means it's here. Should of thought of that, Elle.
"Well, whatever..." I shrug it off, still fresh with thoughts in my mind. I turn and sit back in my chair.
"You do realize that means you will be working along side me every day, and on Friday nights I get to come in the studio myself and take Sawyer's spot." He shrugs, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Lovely..." I groan, shutting my eyes lightly.
"It will be won't it?" He laughs. He turns around and grabs the cardboard box he brought in, pulling tapes and albums out of it. Never a single CD though. I like how retro this station is. He aligns them one by one above the panel above me. A-Z.
"We just got some new songs delivered today. I even saw Beyoncé..." He chuckles, standing over me as he shoves a cassette in with the others.
"Do we have a cassette player?" I ask, scanning the panel for it.
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Numbers (Louis Tomlinson)
ФанфикAge is just a Number, that's what they all say. I can't quite explain how wrong or right it is, but he changed my whole point of view on it. He's down to earth, he's different. I was young, he was old, I was wise, he was bold. Somehow through the sm...
