<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Eat95O5eik/VFPiUh4NhuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LwZLDhLpRcg/s1600/1hot-djs-20%2Bthin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: DJ<br/><strong>Location</strong>: USC Student Radio<br/><strong>Time and Date:</strong>10:13am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Melody, Bobby-Jason-Ricky, Dr. Nesbit / Open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Jeans, T-shirt, Running Shoes<br/><br/><hr/>DJ never thought he would be happy to have someone cough up blood right in front of him but it sure did come in handy this morning. The starting linebacker for the USC football team and his three teammates were two steps from pounding him into the floor when the radio station manager lurched between them hacking and coughing and spraying the 235 pound muscle head and his friends with foamy blood. Now the four of them just stood there stunned in their USC red team shirts.<br/><br/>Usually it wasn’t 10 in the morning when he was about to pounded but this time the cause was no different from all the other beat-downs: a girl. No, you couldn’t call Melody a girl. She was definitely a woman. He could see her out of the corner of his eye standing next to her beloved Professor Nesbit. Even with a stunned look on her face she looked incredible. “Damn!” he thought, “She was worth 20 ass whoopings.”<br/><br/>The day had started as expected for DJ in the student-radio offices at USC. He had a show that would air later in the evening but he could never trust Bobby, Jason, and Ricky, his helpers on the show, to be in any shape to produce a show live at air time. Interviews, like the one scheduled today with Dr. Nesbit, had to be recorded as early as possible before his crew started their daily ritual. He knew Melody would show up today. It was her idea to bring in Dr. Nesbit to comment on all of the hysteria going around about people getting sick. The boys planned to pepper the interview with a new segment they were calling “Crazy Radio Clips” where they would play recordings of lunatics ranting and raving conspiracy crap over their basement radio station.<br/><br/>What DJ hadn’t counted on were the four jocks who trailed into the studios with Melody. She had picked up these strays on her walk over from the Psychology building. His irritation had grown into full out anger as they flirted with Melody and she flirted back. Melody and he were not exclusive by any stretch but he couldn’t help but jump when it felt like she was turning her attention to leave with someone else. Lately, texts from someone she knew downtown caused the same reaction. Whoever sent those texts completely stole Melody’s attention every time the little wolf-whistle tone announced a new text. These jocks, however, were stealing her attention right in front of him, right in his own studio. That shit just wasn’t going to fly. He started with comments about their crappy performance in the last game and went from there. It didn’t take very long.<br/><br/>Now everyone stood there circled around the studio. The studio manager apologized and began to try to wipe up some of the blood but turned to run toward the restrooms in the midst of another coughing fit. Bobby and Jason began to chuckle and snort. Just as everyone’s eyes turned back from the door closing behind the station manager the room filled with that damn text alert tone. Everyone turned to face Melody as she took out her phone which continued to wolf-whistle.<br/><br/><br/>