Sounds Like Radio Episode 03
From somewhere close by came faint rumbling noises.
“It sounds a bit like the trenches,” Gerry said with a hopeful grin.
Would this tired-looking girl throw her out if she didn’t keep talking and show willing?
Cesca smiled.
“Funny you should say that. Look . . . Gerry? Can you coil a cable?”
“I helped rig an outdoor event once for the council. I think I can put that special twist in a cable that I saw the engineers do.”
“Our drama studio’s a terrible mess and we never have time to untangle it.”
“Let me at it!” Gerry said.
Cesca showed her into the main studio. Gerry took in the portable door on wheels, fitted with several different latches, letter-boxes and locks.
She looked up at long curtains that she was pretty sure provided extra acoustic padding for the undulating foam walls.
There was a shelf of crockery, a big bucket of gravel, green lights on stands and safety rubber mats to cover stray cables.
It was dusty, tarnished, messy, stuffy and brilliant!
Cesca crouched to rummage in a cupboard and pulled out a box of black cable ties.
Gerry saw a rigged microphone on the table; it was the large silvery sort that hung in a cradle suspended from its stand. It made her heart skip.
“Oh, our Kevin is going to be delighted with this,” Cesca said. “He’s going to love you.”
“Kevin? You mentioned Kevin before.”
“He’s the senior engineer here. He’s been nagging me to put a tie around every blessed cable for years.”
“I look forward to meeting Kevin,” Gerry said.
“He’s a very special man,” Cesca said. “See you in ninety-three cables’ time.
“Don’t forget the fold-back speaker ones – they hide in corners, like spiders.
“There are spiders, too.”