hot Stuff part 1

“LM 105.7 is DLM FM 105.7 megahertz in Makati, we are the hot and slick member of the KBP, and this is the home hot music LM 105. It’s nine o’ clock once again, everybody time for another edition of Night Playtime with me, DJ Cassidy taking care of the music until ten o’clock so keep those requests coming and I’ll make sure to play it.” Cassidy said opening her radio show and began playing music. She was not that new in the radio industry, in fact she already spent five years working as a radio announcer. She was also successful in putting her focus on her college studies. “Time check, it is nine thirty in the evening. Time check brought to you by Marlboro.” She added after a series of songs played. She was busy programming the console for the next batch of songs when her work buddy Clyde knocked on her window. She removed her headphones and went out of the booth. “Hi, Clyde. What’s up?” she asked. “Well nothing much, Cassey. I just got five VIP tickets for the entrance in the Embassy which means we’ll have a great time of non-stop partying and chatting and feeling good.”

“Really, wow, when is this?”

“Tomorrow. So, are you free?”

“Yeah, I’ll be giving you my schedule for tomorrow, and it’s my day-off so I think we’ll go smoothly.” She bid Clyde goodbye and went back to the booth to continue her shift. I can’t wait for tomorrow, it’ll be a cool bonding time for us!

It was 7:30 in the evening when a slick, black Mazda3 parked in front of Ateneo de Manila University dormitory. Clyde went out of the car and asked the guard of the dormitory to call Cassidy and her roommates. “Clyde, you’re here!” Theresa, Cassidy’s roommate, said. Cassidy went out of their room and joined her roommates and Clyde inside the Mazda3. “Wow, Cassidy, you’re dressed to kill.” Clyde commented. Cassidy laughed at the compliment and joined her roommates in singing the song on the car radio. “I really love Lady Gaga!” Cassidy shouted as they went out of the Mazda3 and inside the Embassy. “We’re going to have a lot of fun, Cassidy!” Clyde said.

At the far side of the metro, a club named Zero Celsius Underground stood straight and successful. Its loyal customers always pay their visit each night and brought new faces to introduce and enjoy the underground bands. “David, I really can’t believe that we were able to record one of our songs! That was cool, man!” Sven said. David is the vocalist of the underground gothic/punk band Suicidal Tourniquet. His band is the most in-demand in Zero’s underground industry and every night is not complete without their performance. “Guys, where do you want to go?” David asked after their lung-busting performance. “Haven’t thought of it, you know.” Sven said. “Come to think of it, it’s getting boring around here.”

“What if we go babe-hunting?” David suggested.

“Babe-hunting? We know almost all the girls here.” Klein said.

“Who said we’ll be hunting here? The famous Embassy is only a ride away from here. We can go there using Klein’s ride.” David said. His band mates smiled. “Wow, we’ll be hanging out with first class chicks. I’m on, David!” his other band mate said and everyone agreed.