It’s been a while.
Minding your own business, it’s been silent for a long time. Did something happen to Scott? You would either not care, or seem worried in some sort for the dead silence. There was so much for him, yet you wondered if his body settled in the place he rested in. Though as if read your thoughts, the radio transmission turns on and a laugh came through. “I got it! I made it through!” The man sounded excited. You could hearing his hands slap the surface near the microphone a couple times before he spoke up again. He sounded better in fact. “Sorry I died. My station fell apart. I lost the satellite and the radio broke. After long hunting and nearly dying- I got it again. Your friendly radio host, Scott, is back on the air.” The whirring excitement or relief in the listener could practically smile if they even seemed to care for the radio station man at all.
“I’ll come back towards the night time for a return announcement. I need to fix a few things- but I’ll tune you to a old classic playlist for now as I work. Thanks again for listening into the station, and hope you folk have a lovely day.” The song of “Dancing Queen” by Abba came through the speakers, filling your anxiety with a catchy tune that could relieve you of any worries. He’s back.
