based, once again, off one of those cool au prompts from a post: “i run the night slot on campus radio and some jackass keeps calling in to insult my music taste and request high school musical songs instead”
“….and that was the from the Broadway classic Wicked. I hope I’m not the only one who just got chills,” says Kurt, speaking into the microphone in front of him while slipping his headphone off his right ear. “Next up, I’m going to do a 180 turn and play you some of that indie, hipster crap my best friend is always forcing on me - and you know, it’s pretty good. So this is for you, Elliot.”
Kurt plays that track next and sits back in his chair, going to the campus radio Twitter page to see if any requests have come it. Despite the fact that he runs the night slot - 10 till midnight - there are a group of people who are always listening and occasionally request a song or two as they are burning the midnight oil studying.
Nothing has come in so far, but it’s early still.
“How did everyone like that one?” Kurt comes back after the song as faded. “I was honestly surprised when I liked it too, not going to lie. Up next - oh. Hey, what do you know, we have a caller.”