Exhilaration | Shawn Hunter [Boy Meets World]

On the Air

"Good morning, John Adams High. After a 10-year absence, we've dusted off the console and put Patriot Radio back on the air!" I recognized Mr. Feeny's voice on the lunchroom speaker. The sound of someone burping sounded came on before I heard music. "And with me here, my engineer and wacky side-kick on the morning zoo, Mr. Alvin Meese."

"Thank you, Mr. Feeny, you're a great friend to radio-" I recognized Meese's voice.

"That's enough, Alvin. Nobody likes a mike hog. And now, because the halls of our school beat with the lively heart of contemporary youth here is the happening sounds of Mr. Michael Bolton."

Nature sounds came out, making me cover my ears immediately.

"Ah! Make it stop! Make it stop!" Cory yelled to Shawn.

"My ears are going to bleed!" I yell.

"It's hard to cut the wires with a plastic spoon," Shawn said back, trying to.

"Just rip the whole speaker down!" Cory screamed.

"Hey, guys. Try this knife," someone said, but I wasn't paying attention.

"Thanks," Shawn said, taking it, but we all look at who it was. The three of us point and gasp at Mr. Turner. "Down," he told Shawn who did so and handed back the knife. "Come on, guys. The station's only been on five minutes. Is it really that bad?"

"Oh, just wait, Mr. Turner," I tell him.

"And now, a little change of pace. A blast from my past this is Mr. Perry Como," Mr. Feeny spoke through the speaker before classical music is played.

"Look, Mr. Turner, you clip the wires and we'll cover for you," Cory tried to negotiate.

"You don't like what you hear? Get on the air and do better," Mr. Turner suggested.

"Us? On the radio?" Shawn questioned as we followed Mr. Turner.

"Yeah. See if you can't squeeze it in between doing nothing at school, and nothing at home."

"What are you saying? We don't do anything?"

"You know, we should think about that," Cory said as I agreed.

"I don't wanna," Shawn objected.

"No, Shawn, maybe he's got a point. I mean, maybe if we became radio personalities, then we'd have...personalities."

"I don't wanna do nothing."

"Look, Shawny, radio is just sitting around talking," I tell him.

"Like we are now?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe you have to push a button," Cory adds.

"How hard?" Shawn asked.

"Like this," I show him, pushing my finger forward through the air.

Shawn began to follow my movement, now curious. "Hm?"

"Yeah, cutie," I smiled.

Both boys pretended to start pushing buttons.

"Are you kidding me?!" Mr. Turner exclaimed.

"Okay, we'll do it," Cory spoke for us.

"We're naturals," Shawn said.

"We got it all down," I add.

"I've got a radio voice," Cory said.

"And I've got a radio face," Shawn says.

"And I've got both," I comment.