INT. RECORDING STUDIO – EVENING The radio booth sits empty. CONNOR, THE INTERN sits in front of a large piece of electronic equipment, sipping coffee. The PRODUCER sits in front of the exterior control panel, getting things ready for the evening's broadcast. DJ 3000: Oh, man! I'm so excited. It's my first time
DFO radio
Request Line: Girls, Girls, Girls
DFO Radio: Things Are Not What They Seem
Request Line: Things Are Not What They Seem
DFO Radio: Literature
DFO Radio: Chatter
Request Line: Chatter
INT. RECORDING STUDIO – NIGHT A producer moves around the interior of the booth, showing the basic features to its occupant, a physically perfect specimen of a man. PRODUCER: ...and so mostly everything is controlled from outside, so all you need to worry about is chatting with the callers. Sound good? ADRIAN PETERSON: NO PROBLEM! PRODUCER: Actually, you're
DFO Radio: Free Agency
Request Line: Free Agency
INT. RECORDING STUDIO – EVENING The radio booth sits empty. A pair of radio professional are chatting casually in the outer office in front of a massive new piece of equipment. CONOR, THE INTERN: ...so when does she get back? PRODUCER: In two weeks. It's been pretty great. I've been letting the animals sleep upstairs,
Request Line: Delusions of Grandeur
INT. RECORDING STUDIO – NIGHT A producer sits outside the recording booth, sipping coffee. A redheaded young man is seated inside the booth. PRODUCER: So I'll count it off, and then you'll be live. I'll feed you a few interview questions to get things started, and then we'll start taking requests. Sound good? —[door





