Behind the camera

Surprise Surprise

i guess i wrote a part 2. it's probably offensive idk

Dan's P.O.V.

             "Um... Phil?"

     I peek my head around the entrance into the kitchen.

      

          "Did you read the comments yet? The comments from our last video have been over loading my inbox, it's crazy. I wanted to talk about the comments on our radio show. He's not in the kitchen so I run up to his room, and ask again if he saw the comments. He didn't answer so I knock, and still everything was silent. Jesus christ Phil, what the hell are you doing in there?

          My thoughts are interupted,by the beeping of my watch. Great, I think to myself, time to go down to the station and talk into a big blue microphone for a hour. Some people might think working in a radio station is cool, and exiting, but in reality it's quite boring, and fake. There is a three-hundred pound man, with a ponytail with camera's, and weird boom mics that he holds up to our faces. He kind of reminds me of that man from the Simpsons, who worked at the comic book store, and his name, of course, is Bart. I get down to the station, and Phil is nowhere to be found. I walk into the station telling the woman my name, and showing her my ID. I thank her, and walk upstairs, into Phil, and I's recording booth. I wave to Bart, then take my seat. I check my phone multiple times seeing if Phil texted me.

      Like always.. nothing. As soon as the on live sign lit up, I got a phonecall from a unknown caller. I stare at the screen in confusion, when I see they left me a voicemail. I toss around the thought of listening to it now or later. I decide later would be better. I speak into the microphone for a while making up a poor reason why hes not hear. I'm guessing they all believed me. My phone began to ring, the caller ID read unknown, the number was 07-678-994-3238, I answer it with a shaky voice.

 

       "Um hi may I ask who is calling"

 

                     "Dan, hi it's Phil, I'm calling because our house when you left got broken into" He sounded worried.

   

     "Jesus christ Phil, what happened are you home now"?

   

           "yes I'm home, they broke in, and took the TV, our video gaming consoles, and all our computers, he also took my cell phone" He was laughing almost, how could he not sound worried, that damn burglary could not have happened on a worse day. Today is my birthday, and I was exited to play GTA5. But noooooo, that can't happen.

 

         "Fuck Phil I see, I'll be home in like twenty minutes, I'm at the radio station at the the moment, and I need to time to rap things up" I'm shaking my head, I swear why is this happening today, this sucks monkey balls. I guess I'll just have to deal. "Phil, why are you calling on a unknown number"? "

  

             I'm calling on the landline, Dan, havnt  you used it before"?

                    "Umm... nooooo I have not, I've always used my cell phone, Phil, Oh god.. did they take my wallet or your car"? He still didn't seem scared at all which worried me.

 

                                  "No they only took the stuff I told you they took, but the police are in our house investigating this, so you'll have to come down to 135 Wallingham street, because thats where were being told to stay, is that alright"? I roll my eyes, and say

    

      "Phil, I don't have a choice, I'll uh meet you there alright"?

             "Yes okie, bye"

    

                                     "see ya" I say bye to the radio listeners, and dash out of the building. I hop in my car and punch 135 Wallingham street into the GPS, and as soon as I get there I realize we don't have a landline. I let it slip my mind ,and I pull into the driveway, my eyes open wide to find...