Simon: The Unexpected DJ :: Personal Narrative Writing

Simon The Unexpected DJ Driving up R step upe 9 towards Poughkeepsie in a snow storm was not something I precious to do. The time itselfan hours drivewas elongated by the pretty, nevertheless dangerous, falling snow. As my Beetle and I plowed up through with(predicate) Fishkill and made our way to the town of Poughkeepsie, I started getting nervous. I would be interviewing a real live DJ Since I was a infant I had always loved music and the radio. I guess limit up onto my kitchen counter and perching thither, anxiously listening to who would be crowned account One that week on the Top 40. Or I would be in my cool, newly-furnished bedroom listening to the most-requested five-song countdown on Monday and Wednesday evenings at 8pm. For this assignment, I had emailed local rock and alternative radio rate WRRV, explaining my situation and asking if in that respect was a DJ interested in having a 30 s interview with me. The next day, Simon emailed me back saying he d worry to take me up on that offer. I was to drive up to WRRV and we would run the interview in the station in two weeks time. I remember that on the night before the interview I was driving kinfolk from Pace, and I was able to clearly receive WRRV (unusual, as the station is usually out-of-range at that location)and I heard Simon on the radio. How exciting it was, to know that I would be talking to him the very next day So there I was, thundering (or carefully maneuvering) my way up Route 9. by and by a quick stop at the local police station to re-orient myself (as I missed a left turn), I pulled into the exquisite park lot of the small, two-story, stucco-and-shingled building with an enormous satellite dish on it. I double-checked my questions, made sure my recorder was working, and headed in. I sat in the small waiting area as the secretary went to fetch Simon. Palms sweaty, I rubbed them on my jeans to calm myself and let out a little nervous energy.genus Melissa? Im Simon. Nice to meet you. A hand stretched out before me, and I rose to shake it. Simon, The Voice From The Radio, was a prevalent guy He was taller than me, of medium build, had short, cropped hair, and a welcoming smile.