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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (Canadian-General) North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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the B G is saying about starting a joke, but the lyric made no impression on his mind. His fragile early morning contentment had been pierced by childish block letters from a fat felt tip marker red ink, a square of paper torn from a brown grocery bag, a message of hate. He fingered the paper and read the words again. Then 1/3 time, one by one is if reading them together. He had somehow misunderstood their meaning. Most were unnecessary. One conveyed the meaning of all death, like the most feared Tero card or the pirate's black spot. The scrap of paper in his hands had suddenly brought a breath of the grave into his private sanctuary. ****, he'd been in a good mood Until then. It had to be some kind of a joke. He shook his head to clear it and looked up at the digital clock above the control board. 5:27 a.m. The computer had one more song scheduled before he had to take over, and he still hadn't finished mapping out his brakes. He looked down at the music log where the top of the page read LeGarrette show and flipped to the seven o'clock hour. There were a couple of songs scheduled that it played on the C T B X five o'clock flashback Friday afternoon, and he ought to mention that the song, logged at 7 26 was one of these nights by the Eagles. Ah, 34 2nd intro before the vocals, easily long enough to mention the block party contest coming up. He pencilled it in. Who would make a death threat for a joke? Damon Ln the evening guy on Z 104 slipped out for a token, the back parking lot every now and then. Maybe it was stoner humor. On the other hand, the security system had been down for more than a week, and the building was empty all night. They were on the ground floor. How hard could it be for a stranger to get into the place with some wacko? Go to the trouble of breaking into a radio station just to leave a death threat on the control board without stealing anything? The equipment wasn't the kind of thing an average thief could sell on the street, but the control room had shelves of CD stored along to walls there didn't look to be any missing. It didn't make sense. Please. Gaze wandered back to the brown scrap of paper on the desk beside him. He crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into the trash can. He couldn't think about it Now. He had a show to do. 25 or 6 to 4 by Chicago went into its last long cord, a station I D fired with a ball Z voice over a musical stinger. 6 20 C T B x, the box favorites of the sixties seventies and eighties. George Harrison's What Is Life Followed, and Lee tap the screen of the music computer to kick it out of Autoplay. Then he cranked up the volume on his studio monitor and let the juicy riff settle his nerves. The LeGarrette morning show was on the air