mad_muses - April 2.1.3 - Might Just Break Somethin' Tonight
(Monday night before this.)
"Always know when to break the rules. There are times, and we've all been there. Just know when it's right to do something that's usually wrong." - Anonymous
"-you're spending the night with the Ramblin' Man. We'll be back after some short bullshit commercials." Randall signed off the air and pushed back in his chair, letting it roll over to his book of song listings. His head wasn't in the game, but he had to work.
A knock sounded at the door of the studio and Randall looked up to see his boss Charlie watching him through the window. Randall waved him in.
"Rough night?" Charlie pushed the door shut and leaned against it, his arms crossed.
"I'm fine," Randall shrugged.
"Right. You're not even playing your usual line up. I can tell by the loud shit there that you're in a bad mood."
"It's music, Charlie."
"Limp Bizkit's 'Break Shit'? Dude, I don't think anyone's played that on our airwaves since it was in the top 40."
Randall sighed and leaned back in his chair, pushing his fingers through his hair. "Mondays suck."
"Wanna talk-"
Randall cut him off with a raised hand and wheeled back to the desk, pulling his headphones on and going back on the air. "Okay boys and girls, let's play something sweet now. My station manager is here telling me it's been too loud. I tell ya, he looks thirty but I think he's in his fifties. CCR comin' up." He hit some buttons and got 'Who'll Stop The Rain' going, then signed off and looked up at Charlie. "Better?"
"What's going on?"
"Just...some shit with my kid and his mom."
"I thought you saw him today for...like the first time in a year."
"I did. I...there's some stuff going on in their lives that I didn't know about and...I don't know what I'm supposed to do about it."
"What kind of stuff?"
"The kind of stuff that makes me want to kick some ass. Really badly. In fact I've been thinking of strangling to bastard all day. Maybe an all out kill."
"Whoa. I have never known you for the violent type." Charlie has a slightly amused look on his face and Randall looked up at him seriously.
"Never have been, but this..." he shook his head and dropped his head in his hands with a deep groan.
"Dude...just relax, okay?"
"I can't. I can't fucking relax!" His head shot up and he picked up his empty coffee cup and slammed it to the floor. "It's not right! People shouldn't get away with shit. Especially not after messing with my family."
Charlie sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Your song's ending." He moved over to the desk and got another song in the line up, then turned to Randall. "Look, I'm sorry about whatever's going on. We can talk about it. Preferably before you go kill anyone. But right now I think you need to take the rest of the night off. I'll hang out late."
"And do what with my night?" Randall asked softly.
"Get some rest. Stop thinking about all of this."
"Not so easy." Randall got up and grabbed his jacket, throwing it over his arms.
"Randall." Charlie sighed and sat in the chair and looked up at Randall.
"What?" Randall turned around.
"Don't do anything stupid okay? That's not you."
Randall nodded and shrugged at the same time then turned and walked out the door. Hands shoved in his pockets, he hit the late night sidewalks of New York and started walking. He had no destination in mind, he just needed to walk.
Charlie was right. It wasn't him. But wasn't there a saying about anyone being capable of anything?
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"Always know when to break the rules. There are times, and we've all been there. Just know when it's right to do something that's usually wrong." - Anonymous
"-you're spending the night with the Ramblin' Man. We'll be back after some short bullshit commercials." Randall signed off the air and pushed back in his chair, letting it roll over to his book of song listings. His head wasn't in the game, but he had to work.
A knock sounded at the door of the studio and Randall looked up to see his boss Charlie watching him through the window. Randall waved him in.
"Rough night?" Charlie pushed the door shut and leaned against it, his arms crossed.
"I'm fine," Randall shrugged.
"Right. You're not even playing your usual line up. I can tell by the loud shit there that you're in a bad mood."
"It's music, Charlie."
"Limp Bizkit's 'Break Shit'? Dude, I don't think anyone's played that on our airwaves since it was in the top 40."
Randall sighed and leaned back in his chair, pushing his fingers through his hair. "Mondays suck."
"Wanna talk-"
Randall cut him off with a raised hand and wheeled back to the desk, pulling his headphones on and going back on the air. "Okay boys and girls, let's play something sweet now. My station manager is here telling me it's been too loud. I tell ya, he looks thirty but I think he's in his fifties. CCR comin' up." He hit some buttons and got 'Who'll Stop The Rain' going, then signed off and looked up at Charlie. "Better?"
"What's going on?"
"Just...some shit with my kid and his mom."
"I thought you saw him today for...like the first time in a year."
"I did. I...there's some stuff going on in their lives that I didn't know about and...I don't know what I'm supposed to do about it."
"What kind of stuff?"
"The kind of stuff that makes me want to kick some ass. Really badly. In fact I've been thinking of strangling to bastard all day. Maybe an all out kill."
"Whoa. I have never known you for the violent type." Charlie has a slightly amused look on his face and Randall looked up at him seriously.
"Never have been, but this..." he shook his head and dropped his head in his hands with a deep groan.
"Dude...just relax, okay?"
"I can't. I can't fucking relax!" His head shot up and he picked up his empty coffee cup and slammed it to the floor. "It's not right! People shouldn't get away with shit. Especially not after messing with my family."
Charlie sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Your song's ending." He moved over to the desk and got another song in the line up, then turned to Randall. "Look, I'm sorry about whatever's going on. We can talk about it. Preferably before you go kill anyone. But right now I think you need to take the rest of the night off. I'll hang out late."
"And do what with my night?" Randall asked softly.
"Get some rest. Stop thinking about all of this."
"Not so easy." Randall got up and grabbed his jacket, throwing it over his arms.
"Randall." Charlie sighed and sat in the chair and looked up at Randall.
"What?" Randall turned around.
"Don't do anything stupid okay? That's not you."
Randall nodded and shrugged at the same time then turned and walked out the door. Hands shoved in his pockets, he hit the late night sidewalks of New York and started walking. He had no destination in mind, he just needed to walk.
Charlie was right. It wasn't him. But wasn't there a saying about anyone being capable of anything?
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