Episode 2

When I reached the company, it was around 10 a.m. People were bustling in front of the entrance. I pushed through them and somehow managed to get inside.

The lady on the counter asked me to wait in a small room while they arranged things. There were not many people apart from me in that room. But they still bothered me.

They were whispering amongst themselves about me and giving me cold stares and dirty looks.

“Stop talking about me! Who do you think you are anyway?”

They stopped gossiping and looked at me surprised.

“But we are... not saying anything about you.”

How insolent.

As I was about to accuse them of lying, the lady from the counter entered the room and asked for me. I got up, tightening my lips and suppressing the urge to call them out. I promised myself today that I would be strong and good. Yes, that’s what I did.

As I stepped into the other room where I would soon be broadcasting my first live show as a radio jockey, a whirlwind of nerves and excitement churned inside me. The walls were lined with soundproof padding, and the air hummed with the low buzz of equipment. There were rows of buttons and switches on the console through which I would communicate with the audience.

Taking a deep breath, I settled into the chair in front of the microphone, and the excitement sent a shiver down my spine. This was it—the moment I had been preparing for, the result of countless hours of practice and anticipation.

With trembling fingers, I adjusted the headphones. The static noise filled my ears. My heart raced as I glanced at the script laid out before me, the words blurring together in my anxious mind.

But as soon as the red light above the microphone blinked signalling that we were live on air, drawing upon every ounce of courage I had, I leaned towards the microphone and spoke, my voice steady and clear despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"Good evening, listeners, and welcome to the debut of Beetle's newest show," I began, my words flowing effortlessly. With each passing moment, my confidence grew, and I was delighted to be finally fulfilling my dream of sharing music and stories with an audience.

“This is your host, Abby, live from the studio. I hope every one of you is having a wonderful day. If not, I’m sure it will be once you get to hear the wonderful things I have to share with you guys. I have to say, the voices in my head have been particularly chatty today. They just won't stop telling me the most fascinating things.”

As the minutes ticked by, I lost myself in the magic of the moment, the world outside the studio fading away as I connected with listeners far and near. With each song I played and each word I spoke, I felt a new sense of purpose in me.

And when I hit the final notes of my debut show, I knew with certainty that this was just the beginning of an incredible journey—one filled with laughter, tears, and the timeless power of music to unite us all.

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