Dedicated to QuirkyKatana whose outstanding personality taught me that "Different is the new cool" , who cares about photocopies anyway? :P
The voice chuckled, " This is RJ V and I am here to wish you a happy, happy, happy and happiest birthday."
What on Earth?! I definitely suffered a minor heart attack.
" I am sorry, who?"
" RJ V. I host the show,the voice of the night."
" I know who he is. I am asking, who are you?" I was hoping that my voice held my utter annoyance. Do people seriously think that I am stupid enough to be pranked into believing that some random guy was the great and mighty RJ V? I mean, his voice was nice and suave as V's but still....
" Rj V never ever calls his viewers. So you, sir, better start speaking before I call women empowerment cell."
The voice on the other end paused and finally said, " You really don't believe me, do you? Why don't you turn on the radio, Kathy?"
" Sorry what...?"
" Just do it."
I walked over to the radio, very confused and switched on the channel.
" Now do you believe me?" The voice from the radio and my cell said at the same time.
"Bloody hell! How...?" I trailed off, flabbergasted, stunned, dumbfounded, stupefied... well, you get the picture don't you.
His laugh echoed, a laugh which was strangely similar- I just don't remember why.
"You see, my e-mail account was spammed by your dear friends Vir and Dave and all the mails held the message- Call our friend Kathy and wish her a happy, happy, happy and happiest birthday. So, I decided why not make an exception this time and do them this favour. So, our dear birthday girl, I hope you enjoy your 19th birthday."
"Th-thank you." I stumbled over my own words. Damn! " I am a really huge fan of yours V. Your voice is like Magic." I spoke and I was dead sure that I might feel embarrassed later.
" Thank you, Kathy. I must say good bye now. So, this was the last segment of the day, dear listeners. I hope we meet again- same time, tomorrow. Good night!"
Some advertisement started to play out on the radio but no engaged tone was heard on the other side of the call.
I waited, my mouth becoming dry, he has not cut the call yet but he should, shouldn't he?
The silence was broken, " You are still there, Kathy?"
"Yes." My voice could not go any lower.
" You really do like my voice?" He did not sounded amused or even cocky, he was just... puzzled.
" Very much." I ran a hand up and down my arms, the night was suddenly colder.
" Why?" Puzzled indeed.
" Why not? Actually it is not just your voice, I mean it is great and all but what is really alluring is you, the part of you we see through your advices. It feels like you have been through a lot, like you know what you are talking about."
A pause. All I could hear was the sound of my own breathing as I waited. My pulse had picked up and my hands were sweaty.
" If I would have really been this experienced then I would not have been talking to you. I am not meant to be talking to you."
" But I like talking to you."
There was a sigh. Maybe he feels the same way as I do.
'Sure, like he even knows that you exist.'
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The voice of the night
Teen FictionWhenever his voice crooned from the Radio, my heart would start beating to the frequency of his sound. His laughter was like the chiming of bells and there was not a question he didn't have an answer to. Leaning on my couch from 9-12 I could imagine...
