Writing Prompt #3
Unemployment, Here I Come!
You're a well-known DJ at the number one radio station in your city. Right now you have yourself barricaded in the room and you're playing the same song over and over. What song is it and why did you lock yourself in there?
You're a well-known DJ at the number one radio station in your city. Right now you have yourself barricaded in the room and you're playing the same song over and over. What song is it and why did you lock yourself in there?
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Do we ever have a day when we don't need encouragement to stay strong?
The song I recorded on my Zune is locked on Ozzie Osbourne's "Mama, I'm coming home".
My hands automatically reach up to adjust the headset and I am surprised to feel the soft flesh of my ears.
I snort as the song starts again. For the tenth time. Here I thought I was still at work, but why would I with the lights off and me in my pajamas?
No. Of course not. I was fired for playing Barney's them song on HeavyRok99.
The sounds of "Songs for the Dumped" by Ben Folds Five echoed in my head as I remembered the last time I had seen him. It was two years ago, when I came home to boxes piled in the entry way and the apartment a complete mess. He walked into the hall with his suitcase in one hand, a frown on his face.
"You weren't supposed to be home yet," he said, sighing heavily. "I suppose we'll have to take care of this now."
"Take care of what?" I stupidly asked, still in shock at the apartment's disarray.
"Sarah, I'm leaving. I just can't do this anymore. I'm tired of pretending to make things work, when I no longer have feelings for you. I'm done."
"What?" I said, shocked by the blunt delivery. "What do you mean, leaving?"
.... And that's all I've got for now, unless I make this comment a novel. This is a great idea! I'm definitely going to be participating in your writing prompts. Hopefully they all won't be as bad as this first one! My name is Caitlin Peterson and I write crap too!