Broadcasting Schools-Inside traxx: Diary of DJ Sisyphus

Broadcasting Schools — Double Booked

It's been a week since the Musictown gig, and let's just say my adventures in broadcasting schools are just beginning. The party was rockin' and my new pal Rowley provided some interesting background on Lucy, including that she had just broken up with her boyfriend (score). Plus Rowley turned out to be pretty interesting guy, and I think I've made my first real friend from broadcasting schools.

But that was just the beginning of the night. As I strode out of the party that evening, feeling like a million bucks though I hadn't made a dime, I was thinking once again how cool broadcasting schools were. But as usual, the night had another twist in store. At that moment, I heard a voice call my name.

At the sound of "Simon," I turned and looked. No, it wasn't Lucy. It was my boss Mr. Mossburn from Mixmaster, watching me walk out of our rival record store, carrying an amp. Talk about being caught red-handed!

"Hello Mr. Mossburn," I mumbled, trying to duck behind my equipment.

"Simon," my boss said severely. "What brings you here to Musictown this evening?"

"Uh…. an assignment." I stammered, thinking fast.

"An assignment?" Mr. Mossburn repeated disdainfully. "Of the secret service variety, I assume?"

"No sir, you see broadcasting schools, they make you do these after-work gigs," I blabbered, watching my life flash before my eyes.

Mr. Mossburn held up a hand. "Simon," he said. "Honestly, ever since you started going on and on about broadcasting schools and becoming a DJ, I've really questioned your commitment to the store. You're so busy trying to be a star; you're not content with being a stocker anymore."

"Cashier," I corrected meekly.

"Whatever," said Mr. Mossburn, waving a hand imperiously. "The truth is, you're simply not Mixmaster material, and this incident tonight simply proves it. I hope these broadcasting schools dreams are worth all your trouble, because you Simon are fired."

EEEEEEEK!

Fired from MixMaster after finding my first broadcasting schools friend and realizing a hot girl might actually dig me, I found myself in a funky tux, DJing Mrs. Anderson's niece's wedding. "Just call me the wedding singer," I grumbled as I set up my gear. What could I say? Now that I was unemployed, and paying for broadcasting school solo, I needed all the extra dough I could hold.

The cool part was Lucy had actually agreed to come with me to the wedding. It was tough deciding to ask her or Keisha. Even though Keisha burned me I still had a soft spot for her, so I compromised and decided to ask Lucy to the wedding and meet Keisha for coffee the next day. I figured I'd give her one more chance to explain her cheating ways. Two girls in two days is tricky stuff for the average man, but for DJ Sisyphus? "Don't hate the player, hate the game." I said, grinning cockily in the bathroom mirror.

I went outside feeling pretty good. Sure I had just been brutally terminated and my future in broadcasting schools depended on wedding gigs. But if this afternoon went well, I could easily line up some spots for next week.

Sliding in to the pew at the last moment, I impetuously put my arm around Lucy, who was looking lovely in a mint green dress that matched her eyes. The ceremony started, and I froze, unable to believe my eyes. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…." There stood Keisha's dad, the Reverend, officiating the ceremony, his eyes boring into mine as I had my arm around another girl.

Till Death do us Part,

DJ Sisyphus