Chapter One: The Studio
Both of them shut up and the studio was suddenly silent. His eyes snapped to the partitioning window to see his producer scowling.
“You’re on!” she hissed into his earphones.
Shit. No music + no dj talk = dead air and pissed producer.
“Sorry to have kept you waiting.” Isac leaned over and directed his voice into the microphone. “Welcome to the k-pop kave show with your host, me, Isac. And for this week’s show I’m not recording it in Seoul, Korea... I’m home for the week and am luck to be in our HQ studio in Australia,” he sing-song the final word. “Yes k-pop lovers, I am hanging out in Sydney for another five days and stocking up on vegemite and hugs from my mother.”
Cassidy made a mistake. “Awwe,” she said into the microphone.
Isac cringed and looked at her to see the panic. “And today,” he importuned. “I’m not alone in the studio. I have met... an interesting... person this afternoon.”
“Interesting?” Cassidy tilted her head to the side and cocked an eye brow. “Is that what you’re calling me?”
His face felt to be on fire and he had to look away. “Yes. Cassidy123 the youtube animator sensation, aspiring film maker and artist, grabbing our attention with her amazing videos featuring some of our favourite k-pop songs, is here with me, live in the studio.”
Taking a breath he looked back at her. “Hey Cassidy123.” See, you are fine. She isn’t affecting you.
“Stop calling me that.”
“Why? It’s you name.”
Cassidy laughed and shook her head. “My youtube username, yes. Not my Christian name.”
“Why the 123?”
“You need to answer. This is radio, people can’t see you shrug your shoulders.”
“Fine. You will think I’m really silly for this and not ever take me seriously ever again.”
He looked at her wearily. “Why do I have a bad feeling about this?”
“Don’t worry, no swearing or inappropriate over sharing in this. It’s a count in that I use when creating a video. ‘We start recording in 1, 2, 3,” she added in a hand gesture pointing her finger right at Isac.
“I thought it was one hundred and twenty-three.”
“Why would it be that?”
“I don’t know. It’s your name.”
“But that’s your interpretation. I just want to know what one hundred and twenty-three means to you? Did you think that’s how many cats I have?”
“Or the amount of times I have changed my identity?”
“Are you on the run?”
Her eyes shifted from side to side very suspiciously like, before she whispered, “Don’t tell my mum where I am. She’s chasing me.”
“Did you forget to feed the one hundred and twenty-three cats?” For Isac everything was narrowing down in his attention, complete focus was on this woman and he forgot where they were and what they were meant to be doing.