Saturday, October 24th—11:14
PM
I’m not scared of
much.
Haunted
houses? Heck, I cut through the cemetery
last year after my friend’s Halloween party.
Scary movies? My goal is to watch all of the horror movies
in IMDb’s top fifty.
The scrambled egg
lunch at my school? I went back for
seconds, mostly because I had ten dollars hinging on it.
Not even the
Novites scare me. Yes, they staged a
coup involving nearly every major world government, but so far the coup has had
zero effect on me. It's like when the
government has their shutdowns. Yeah, it
seems bad, but how much does it really affect me in "Smalltown,
U.S.A."?
The answer: Zilch.
However, despite
all of these things that I’m not
afraid of, there are still two things I won’t deal with:
1. Bugs. Or
anything with too many legs
2. The dark.
Bugs freak me
out. Everything about them, the way the
walk, or twitch when you poke them, or the way they swarm…
They’re just
nasty, vile, little creeps.
The dark is
another fear all together.
Confession time: I
still have a nightlight in my room.
I’m not sure why
I’m so afraid of the dark, although it might have something to do with my
parents’ interior decorating. My parents
have this thing about statues. They love collecting statues. Unfortunately, in the dark, the statues have
a menacing, serial killer quality about them.
Especially the one of Ares, the Greek god, in our front hall. That dude looks downright lethal.
I guess I better
get on with the story I came to tell.
Today, I want to document the story of how the radio station came to be. I doubt anything will come of the station,
but I’ll do anything to delay the start of the stack of homework next to
me. So, why not procrastinate and tell a
story?
It started
yesterday. Matt was over my house to
film a Spanish project and I was going through my basement to look for props
for our skit.
Going into my
basement is like venturing into a Mayan temple or something. It’s dark, has some water damage, and there
may be snakes.
I went into the
way back of the basement, where my mom stores all of my dead grandpa’s stuff
that we haven’t got rid of. After
sorting through mounds of rusted gardening tools, old newspapers, and linens, I
found a large plastic bin labeled “Transmitters and Such”.
I had no idea what
a transmitter was, but I cracked open the box and found it packed with old
radio equipment, microphones, transmitters,
soundboards, you name it.
“Matt” I called up
the basement stairs, “Come look at this.”
Matt cautiously
descended down the stairs; he got a nasty spider bite the last time he trekked
down to my basement. I cringed as he
pulled dusty spider webs out of his ruddy hair.
We both peered
into the bin until Matt said “Forget Spanish, I want to see if this stuff
works!”
An hour later, in
my living room, we managed to hook up all of the components. I flicked the transmitter on and spoke into
the microphone. “Yooooo… is anyone
there?”
Matt laughed and
turned on the AM radio that was in with the rest of the radio equipment. I continued to speak through the microphone
and I could hear my voice bounce back through the radio. Matt leaned in and contributed some choice
words to the blend of noise playing back through the radio.
In the end, we
relocated all the equipment to my family’s RV, since we had no other place
large enough to keep the equipment set up.
I don’t really
know what we’re planning to do with this equipment, but Matt and I want to
start our own underground radio show. I
don’t know what our topic could be, although Matt and I do spend a lot of time
discussing the Novite coup. We could
easily talk about the Novites on this show.
The Novites seem to be a hot topic these days, but people seem to be
afraid to talk negatively about them.
Maybe Matt and I will be the first to publicly question exactly what is
going on.
Don’t get me
wrong, I’m a little afraid to go
forward with a project such as this. Can
AM radio be traced?
I have to go do homework
now, but I’ll explain more about Novites and stuff when I get a chance. History books may kill for this “primary
source” someday, so I should report on the Novites.
Wednesday,
October 28th—10:25 PM
Matt
just texted me; he wants to do another radio broadcast Friday night. It looks like this is going to turn into a
regular thing. I really hope we don’t
get into trouble with this. In every
film or television show I’ve seen that involves teens and underground radio
stations, it never seems to turn out well for the teens.
Friday,
October 30th—9:46 PM
We’re
about to go on in 15 minutes. I’m trying
to write out a script of some sort. I
should have done this earlier.
9:55
PM
Screw
this script. I’m adlibbing.
10:49
PM
We
just finished up our first official broadcast.
I ended up closing out with the song “Video Killed the Radio Star”. A nice, catchy, slightly ironic tune.
We decided to
speak anonymously. I went by the code
name “Singularity” and Matt went by “Ajax”.
Don’t ask me why Matt picked Ajax.
I’ve already started calling him “dish soap”.
“Dish soap, make
sure you turn off the lights before you leave the RV!”
“Yeah, like
Singularity is any better?! How about
just ‘Single’?”
Classic Matt. Shooting for the low hanging fruit.
“Touché. But I wouldn’t be one to talk.”
Matt laughs and
mounts his bike. “I’ll check our
listener count when I get home. How does
it feel to be teenage rebelling against a mysterious government organization?”
“Pretty cool, if
they don’t come after us.”
We both laugh
again, and I watch as Matt pedals away down the street.
Being
a host on this radio show didn’t feel entirely cool, though. It felt like a whole heap of trouble.
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Well there we have it, the first
official chapter! Let me know what you
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