Everything was set we were just waiting for the clock to hit the right time and we’d go to work.
So I was milling around talking to some people I know and a few I don’t. Some of the people I didn’t know knew of me so kept a safe distance (liking that) except for one woman who was getting a little close.
She was play/flirting between other conversations. I just rode one conversation into the next checking the clock.
I guess the flirting lady saw the countdown until I was locked in a studio for an hour or so grabbed at the last moment of conversation.
“So, I heard you are, ah, are you, you know, in a sort of committed relationship?”
“Yep.” I say getting off the chair and heading to the control room. “I should be committed and she’s sort of the reason.”
I close the door flipping the “On Air” sign as I pass.