LMPYITP: The Random Passages

Hey! Rollover, DJ. If You Don't Mind.

"He wants yer to do what?" Liam asked staring at me in shocked confusion.

            "He wants me to come co-host his radio show." I repeated. "Must be desperate for guests."

            "Are yer goin' then?"

            "Yep."

            He frowned.

            I should've turned down the invite. I wasn't one for chatting especially in front of a live audience. Especially in front of a live audience broadcasted to the masses.

            But I still agreed to go...and took Noel with me.

            Okay. I didn't take him. He took himself. Insisted he should go with me to ensure everything go well as if it was his job to look after me or something.

            I didn't argue about it with him. I had enough to argue about it with Liam. Instead, I just focused on getting ready and getting there when the time came.

            "I feel like I'm in somebody's basement." I mused gazing around as Paul gave us the grand tour of his studio. "The only problem is British people don't got basements...and they keep their warshin' machine in the kitchen."

            "You'll sit here." Paul pointed at the chair across the table from his.

            "Will I?" I shrugged my eyebrows suggestively.

            I took my seat admiring my designated microphone and other equipment. "Big ass headphones." I held them up showing them to Noel. "For your big ass head!"

            "Ha, ha!" He muttered.

            "So, where's our Liam?" Paul asked. "Yous didn't bring 'im with yer?"

            "Course we did." Noel replied. "Our Jules keeps 'im in 'er 'andbag...amongst other things!"

            I flashed him two cold fingers as I looked at Paul. "I considered bringin' him but then decided not to. I wasn't even gonna bring this one," I pointed at Noel, "but he invited himself along anyway. Might be good idea to get the three of yins in a room together...and lock the door. What time's this boat and pony show supposed to start?"

            "Couple a minutes." He revealed.

            He finished getting everything set up and then it was time.

            "Right. Good mornin', Great Britain!" Paul greeted his listeners. "Got a very special guest on the show today: my sister-in-law, Mrs. Juliet Anderson-Gallagher!"

            "Thanks for havin' me." I returned. "You must be desperate for guests or somethin'. It kinda feels like when I was writin' for my high school's newspaper and the teacher told some of us – not me – that we couldn't interview each other."

            "Nah! I genuinely wanted yer on the show. You're part of me family, aren't yer?"

            "Am I? Your clan has a weird way of bein' family, don't they? You guys have built an empire on not bein' a family while still bein' one. Got a lotta twisted and contorted branches on that family tree. And multiple sides. How many sides are typically on a tree?"

            "I'm gonna say four." He said.

            "Literally or figuratively?" I questioned him.

            He didn't answer and just changed the subject back to the show. "Yer gonna kick it off for us, Jules?"

            "Guess so." I shrugged. "Y'know how ya pay thirty bucks a month for Sirius 'cuz they say it's commercial free? Yet they still have some DJs on there where it's like just shut up and play the music? I guess it's okay if they're interviewin' somebody you really wanna hear talkin' but I don't think that's the case here. So, let's start this off the right way, shall we? This is 'Rollover DJ' by Jet. The Dirty Sweet version." I pressed play.