Chapman yelled at Terry, "WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE EBERHART?!?" Terry cried and bellowed out, "I sound like him, I kinda look like him, he's my radio idol, we both do afternoons, I've partied in Lindsey TX and I've got KIKM on my resume, too!"
Ron paused for a moment. Rubbing the bristling gray hairs of his thick beard, he kicked back in his throne and finally said, "Well, so be it. So be it." Ron abruptly twirled around in the oversized, leather office chair and yelped, "Jody? Jody! Tell the limo driver I'm headed downstairs!" Jody rolled his eyes, and sauntered over to the telephone. Terry, who was in a fetal position in the corner of The Big Office at this point, kept mumbling, "Treat her like the lady she is, treat her like the lady she is." "It's just not good enough anymore, Terry," Ron finally blurted out, while extracting a sliver of wax from his left hearing aid.
All of a sudden, Terry lept to his feet. "I CAN BE SELDEN! I CAN BE SELDEN!!" he gleefully exclaimed. "Tell me what records to play, and I won't play them! I can say 'Great Googa Mooga' three times fast! I'll bring in Chicago's 'Questions 67 & 68,' and tell the listeners that we'll save '69' for later! I'll go home and practice my shuck-and-jive! I can do this!!"
"Too little," Ron muttered, "and too late."
Terry slowly melted into the lush carpet, and Ron promptly stepped on him on the way out of the office.
Chapter 2 of "KVIL: The Fiction Collection" coming soon.
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