While on the early morning radio show as a guest, on one of the prominent radio stations in the city, invited by Jojo the show host to talk to the public about his affair with Angie the model, a hot jam played. And if he is not mistaken, the jam is one of the songs that he clearly knew on his wife's album he _ himself carelessily uploaded a week ago, just for fun.
After all, since the wife had decided to quit music and focus on family, as the husband, Madrat knew that his prayers were perfectly answered _ whatever he had wished to fall by an axe had finally fall by the wind, too easily that he had nothing at all to worry about.
Now, the melodies of his wife's song which Jojo was playing on his radio show were a loud bell, ringing crazily in his ears. He could remember how the songs on his wife's album left him dancing with his head, and grinning speechlessly.
Regrets hit him in mind:
"How did I become such a fool to upload the album in the first place?"
So shocked to the bone, of how fast the album which wasn't given any promotion got traction very fast, to enter the waves of such a big radio! On the biggest show in a blink of an eye! As a superstar, Madrat knew that it was going to become the rhythm of the night in the streets _ a hit unexpected.
A haunting thought disturbed his brain.
"Playing on such a big radio show in just seven days of release without running any promotions!"
The song triggered the deepest emotions of anyone listening to it. He scratched his head, surprised in wary.
The seat on which he was sitting suddenly became uncomfortable for him. He delved into his pair of jeans pockets and pulled out a handkerchief to quickly whipe the little dots of sweat which were surfacing on his pretty face.
With due respect, accompanied by attention and care for such a big name in the game Madrat was, the radio presenter worried when he noticed the uncomfortableness on him.
Jojo asked:
"Is everything alright? Can I increase the air conditioner?"
Immediately, with an indifferent smile he accepted as he waved the handkerchief to blow more air on his face.
"Better. It's really getting quit more hot in here!"
Just like any other listeners, Madrat enjoyed the tune. But the fact that it's was his wife's song was extremely his headache, putting him on undeniable tension.
Immediately all the studio line buttons turned green. Callers from different regions and the city yearned to go through to say something about the record which had just played. As a master of his own technique, so experienced with a great talent in talking to his listeners countrywide, excitedly Jojo began cheering on the microphone.
"Wow...! She goes by the name, Shee Bah. The diva has been an under dog in the music industry for quite some time, given us some songs which did not perform so well, though we could feel her great vocals and talent."
He put the song on repeat, playing in the background as he continued to cheer out:
"I know most of you, just like me, the song in the background has swept you off your feet... indeed it's a great one. Too many caller I can see right now online! So, let's take a moment to hear what you've got to say that is running on your minds."
Right on point, Jojo began to respond to one caller after the other.
One listener asked:
"Indeed Shee Bah gave us this one. Tell me where I can get this new album, please!"
Another caller:
"Such a heart warming song. Would you please play it at least three times in a row?"
Caller number three said:
"Even if I don't get a meal today, the song has made my day already!"
Caller number four didn't hesitate to put it on the next level when she said:
"Man, since the year has just began, that's gonna be my song of the year from today."
Madrat was busy listening at how his wife's music was getting, not credit but distinctions from listeners everywhere.
Many other callers requested:
"Comeon Jojo, we need Shee Bah to be the next guest in the house on your show next Monday morning!"
After all, Monday mornings where for guest celebrities.
Madrat scratched the back of his head more in wary. He felt the fear of loosing his beloved wife to fame, a thing he hated so much. Just seven days ago, his wife had just accepted to quit music willingly. But now, him waking up on this tragedy, it all felt like the universe was against his happiness.
After talking to some of the callers, Jojo turned to Madrat. Professionally, he required him to say something to listeners about SheeBah's music.
"Of course the public loves you and as we've heard, many callers have been sending you grateful regards as well. First and foremost, what's your genuine take about this young diva's music?"
Still in disbelief, he sighed, stuttering in panick:
"Um, I I... okay! Don't quote me wrong but I think, Shee Bah is so good in everything that she does. I mean, what she needed was fans to give her enough listening ears."
So professional and positive about his wife, he added:
"I've had enough time to listen to the whole album and I'm telling every music fan out there, the song you've just heard, is nothing to what you're about to hear unveiling."
It was so shocking to the radio presenter:
"Wow! You mean you already listened to the whole album! That's really unbelievable! This definitely speaks a lot on why you're among the top in the game! You're intuitive to what's great before it actually finds you!"
However, no body was yet to know that Shee Bah was acually the woman that cooked his meals at home _ his beautiful wife.
And after the first session, the real talk of the city concerning his welcome to the radio station had to begin immediately after the commercial break, according to the station's programme.
*****
"A bottle of whisky, please!"
As soon as he left the radio studios, with too much pressure on himself, lingering thought in his head stopping him to reason properly, that early morning 10: 30am, Madrat entered a bar to booze himself to waste. With no one to control him, he jumped over the barmaid's counter and picked himself a bottle of single malt.
After boozing for a while now, madly drunk out of his skin, he started clowning around in the bar, making funny conversations and gestures with himself. He was so upset and jeolous that on a heavy tongue he angrily muttered, voice rough and all stained with despair:
"Life's just a damn joke!"
Holding his single malt whiskey bottle in the hand he added:
"Thought I had it all figured out, but what do I get now? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I guess am just another fool chasing shadows. It's funny..."