Tuning In

Chapter 1

~Walter~

"And remember folks, if you see our president, make sure to give him the bird for me!" I chuckled. "Well that's all for today, thank you for tuning in into the Wallie Show, I'll see all of you lovely people tomorrow!"

I hit the end button, cutting out the microphone and I let out a sigh. I slid my headphones from my ears and leaned back in my chair. Today was fun on my show. We held charity funding, got a few people some tickets to see some new pop singer, and raised awareness for many things. I mean these things happened everyday for me, that is after all what I did on my show, but today, well today was nice. It was peaceful, it was quiet, nothing wrong at all. I let out a small chuckle, well lets see how long it goes on for until I get the call to see our manager of the branch in Moonlight Broadcasting I'm in.

I heard the door creak open into my studio, and I looked up, seeimg my friend Roxanne stick her head inside.

"Umm Walter, Mr. Barnett would like to speak to you immediately," she said, then letting out a loud sigh.

I broke out into a huge grin and stood up, well speak of the devil there it is. I glanced down at my watch and laughed it took him a total of 3 minutes to call me down, the old man was getting sloppy. I strode foward and slipped past Roxanne who gave me a pat on the shoulder, wishing me luck.

"Thanks Roxanne," I replied. "I'll tell you how this one goes when I get back."

"If you even get back," she muttered, shuffling back to her desk.

I let out a bark of laughter, clutching at my sides. She was such an amazing friend, looking out for me and worrying about me. I didn't need it though, I got called down to his office about three times a week for making snide comments during my show, but no matter what he never kicked me off, even though he hates my guts.

Listen, I'm not a bad person, I'm really not! I just am very opinionated and I stand up for my opinions, and sometimes stating those things on my show aren't the best. I've gotten so much backlash from some of the things I've said. Mostly from conservatives for going after the president, or some corrupt government official. Or for the simple fact of donating to an LGBTQ+ charity. I mean c'mon, yes I can understand the backlash to calling people out, but for donating to charity? Honestly I just don't understand some people.

I eventually made my way to Mr.Barnett's office and with a deep breath I flung the door open.

"Donny!" I cried out, "It's so good to see you today, how's Suzy?"

My boss, Donovan glared up at me and pointed his finger at a chair.

"Sit, your ass down!" He growled out, standing up from his chair.

I shuffled my way over to where he pointed and perched myself on the chair, staring up at him. I gave him a small smile and he just gave me another glare. He began walking back and forth behind his desk, running a hand through his black hair. After a good five minutes of awkward silence he stopped pacing and stared down at me.

"This, is the fifth time this week you made a comment on your show. Fifth time! I can handle one, two is pushing the envelope, and three I still find completely unexceptable, but five! Five snide comments about "corrupt" people, are you out of your mind!" Donovan roared, fists at his side, clenched.

"In my defense," I replied, "There's some proof to some of the things I said."

He snorted, "Yeah, some. Not all, some. Why the hell do I even put up with you? You are the most immature, and inappropriate radio host ever in existence to step foot into Moonlight Broadcasting."

"Well you put up with me because I once babysat your daughter because I was the only one around." I smirked, crossing my arms across my chest.

I instantly saw Donovan's face tense up, his left eye beginning to twitch, and then I knew I was in deep shit.