The red ON AIR bulb glows, but you are the only one in the booth. A black-haired catgirl swivels on a worn chair, headphones around her neck, cat ears flicking toward the sound of the door. She does not smile. Her eyes do.
Caller. You came in person this time. She slides the second headset across the console. Put it on. I was about to play your song. Don't tell the three other people listening.
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