99.4 RD in the Afternoon

The studio was alive. Alive like it was yesterday and the day before... And the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that. Suffice to say, the studio was always alive. Abuzz with news from the street, ringers busting over the lines, people yelling over the next guy which only makes that guy yell louder. But all of that was just the background noise, the side show to the main events. The main events that the president of the studio was pondering as he stood in the main hall of the studio. He dressed in a casual khaki suit and his dark hair was slicked back. Above him an "On air" sign remained unlit after the ten minutes it should have been switched on in the first place. His eyes roamed down to look at his wristwatch, huffing a little sigh as the seconds continued to tick by.

For the moment, he stood in the hallway of the studio, listening to collective of noise bursting out from behind each and every door that lined it. Two-way soundproof walls aren't cheep; besides, who stands in the hallway of a studio anyway? Apparently the one that runs it. His fingers pressed to the crease of his nose, yet another groan coming out from him as the seconds added up to a minute. However, when he glanced back to his watch, in the time it took for the next second to tick by, the double doors leading into the studio's main hall shot open. A warm breeze swept through the hall and a blur of colors dashed across the open airway. As the breeze and colors met the present of Equestria Studios, a smile of acceptance crossed his mature face. Before him in the dash of glory she always came to work in, Rainbow Dash stood there with a salute to him, waiting for his acknowledgement.

"On time as always, Rainbow Dash," He tapped his watch a little with one hand while stepping out of the way to Rainbow's broadcast room.

"On time? Pretty sure I'm at least five minutes late, chief," Rainbow Dash brushed past her boss, swinging open the door to her personal room.

The studio was small, cramped, and cluttered with everything Rainbow Dash decided she would need while on the job: coffee maker, a dozen or so racks of music, a bowl of expired bananas, and an intern cleaning her mic and wiping off the crumbs from her desk. "Yes, well, on time for most isn't the same as on time for you. You're on in three minutes ago," the president excused himself with a little chuckle.

Dash slammed her studio door shut before throwing her arms up in a great stretch. The base of her shirt raised to meet the underside of her breasts, letting her bra breathe for a second before flopping her slender arms back to her sides. Still at Rainbow's mic and desk, her little intern snapped to attention with a quick salute; smacking his own forehead with a chop that sent him reeling back in pain. Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes while having a little laugh at the poor little guy's fluster. She gave him a pat on the head, ruffling his already messy black hair while she slid into her chair.

All at once, the feeling came to her. The cool of her leather swivel chair, the dust settling off from her mic; it was romantic in a way to her. "Kid..." Rainbow's intern jumped as she called to him, "You ready to rumble?"

"Well... It is my name, ma'am..." He tried.

"Heh. Keep it up and you'll be taking my job one of these days," her headphones snapped over her ears as she brought the set to her ears.

At that moment, no sound existed except for her own voice. Rainbow Dash pointed to Rumble -her intern- to give him the signal. With the flip of a switch, the "on air" sign lit up inside the room as well as outside to the hall. The world was listening... Listening for those few sweet words. Rainbow's eyes scanned for her signal from Rumble. Sure enough, he held five fingers up for her. Each second, another fell and Rainbow's heart started to flutter with excitement.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

"Good morning Equestria. This is your mix-master in chief, Rainbow Dash, coming at you so live you should need to punch in your credit card to verify your age! That's a joke for all you fappers out there. Don't get the joke? Well, that sucks because we have to keep this train moving. This is the RD express and it has no brakes. Choo-choo! YEAH! We're back! Another cool night is gone and I have gotten my six hours of sleep. I do it all for you beautiful people; 'cause I like ya' a lot. Ehhhh, but enough warm up chat. Let's get down to the roster.

"Today, we've got a few guests coming in. You know how we do things around here. They'll come in, talk you up, and I'll blast some music into your ears so you don't get bored. But I promise! RD Promise, that these guests are gonna blow your mind. And I don't mean like that time we had P.T.Sparks in here talking about how we could just blow up at any second. No. I mean some stuff that will just wow you. Scouts honor. That would mean something if I was ever a scout. But I wasn't... Because scouts are for nerd.

"Alright, I've talked you up enough -again. Lets put some tunes on so I can get some joe in me. It's a long run for the rest of the day, and the fun hasn't even started yet. So let's warm you all up with something nice and smooth. Here's a song from a country boy I knew. It's called 'Mmm mmm mmmovin' along' by a boy named Brae-Brae. Enjoy."

Rainbow Dash shot a snap at Rumble, making him fumble about with the case of disks until he whipped out a simple yellow one. Sliding it into the slot on Dash's desk, Rainbow's headphones suddenly had the slow, soothing country tune playing. She quickly picked the headphones off and spun in her chair to face the coffee machine specially ordered for her. With one click of a button, the thick liquid of her morning ichor was dispensed into a waiting styrofoam cup. The steam wafted up to her nose, bringing her the sweet, life-charging scent of her double shot coffee she loved so much. Getting through these days was always a trial... But it was a trial she loved to do.