Voices+-+Radio+Music

No one knew of Alicia’s troubles because they learned to tune out. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s Alicia Keys’ new single: ‘My black hole of a heart’!” cried the voice of the radio in Trish’s Volkswagen Bug. Trish groaned and mumbled, “Ugh, I //hate// Alicia Keys now!” She slammed the breaks a little too hard at the stoplight from her anger. “Ever since that song ‘No One’ came out, all her songs have been so emo!” The music started; loud, uneven drumbeats paired with the heaviest metal guitar you have ever heard started ringing through Trish’s ears and echoing through the car. Then Alicia Keys started singing. Of what used to be a great sweet voice sang a quiet mumbling followed by shouting no tune at all. Trish just reached for the scan button and changed the channel. The car instead filled with classical music from the PBS station. Trish moaned again, “Oh well, it’s better than Alicia Keys!”
 * RADIO MUSIC **

"Ladies and gentlemen, it’s Alicia Keys’ new single: ‘My black hole of a heart’!” cried the voice of the radio blasting out from Gregory’s personal DJ booth.  All the other teenage guests at his party turned their heads toward him on the podium of the DJ booth. Their eyes were all staring hard and cold at him. Everything was still, someone left the icebox open, the people stopped mingling, and even the confetti seemed to slow down its descent to the carpeted floor.   “Fine, fine; I’ll change the song,” grumbled Gregory, and the guests went along with their party. He changed the station to a popular pop music station and his guests started dancing. Gregory was disappointed that no one would listen to Alicia Keys, he liked her new style of music.   “Hey, Gregory!” said the voice of a girl beside him. He looked over and saw a skinny girl wearing a miniskirt and very low v-cut tank top. “Come and dance with me!” she shouted over the music in a flirtatious voice. At one, Gregory forgot about his disappointments and headed straight for the dance floor, grooving to a song he barely knew.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s Alicia Keys’ new single: ‘My black hole of a heart’!” cried the voice of the radio coming from Joshua’s boom box on his dresser drawers. He lifted his lips off of Kim’s neck and saw he had left a hickey there. Joshua had never heard this song before and would like to be able to concentrate on it while he listened. He’d heard Alicia Keys had gone rock, which was exactly the style of music him and his band needed to learn more about. “Joshua! I hate this song! Can you please just turn the radio off?” cried Kim, getting annoyed with her music-obsessed boyfriend. She sat up on the bed and pulled her skirt down. “C’mon, babe. I’ve never heard this song before, let me just hear it once,” he said, his voice muffled by the sound of his kissing that was meant to persuade her. Kim just shoved him off her chest and said sternly, “Joshua, don’t go all mushy-gushy on me! I’m serious! It’s the worst song ever! You have to believe me!” Already, the heavy metal music was starting and Joshua just ignored her, moving his lips from her neck to her mouth so she couldn’t speak. “Joshy, please?” Kim whimpered, her lips puckered up in a cute frown, “I’ll let you take my shirt off!” Joshua was hesitant; his dreams were for his band to become the most popular in the world and all he wanted to do was listen to a good song. But his girlfriend’s face and body were luring him in further than that old boom box was. “All right, I’ll turn it off,” he said with a sigh. He got up and unplugged the boom box from the wall. He went back to the bed and collapsed next to Kim, and they continued to make out. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s Alicia Keys’ new single: ‘My black hole of a heart’!” cried the voice of the radio on Alicia’s iPhone. She lay on the hotel bed, her hair in a messy bun, staring at it. //They’re finally playing my song//, she thought. But no movement in her expression occurred. Alicia just continued to stare at the iPhone with blank eyes. Her music started up and she listened to it intently. Then she heard her own voice through the radio: “//They don’t know how it goes in here, they don’t understand//,” said her voice, almost too unfamiliar for even Alicia to recognize. “//The pain is too unbearable, oh!//” the voice shouted to her. Alicia grabbed a beer bottle from the floor of her hotel room and took a sip, still listening. She chugged down the rest and dropped the empty bottle to the floor; it clanked against the pile of all the other empty bottles. She was drunk, so drunk and that’s how she wanted it to be. She wouldn’t be able to feel her broken heart through this pain; it was a much better feeling of pain. Alicia started talking to herself as if she were talking to a lover, “Oh they are finally playing my song, but I doubt anyone is listening!” she sobbed, “I don’t understand… I’m still the same me! But I’m not whole without //you//! Oh, why did you leave me? You left me with a black hole in my heart…” No one knew of Alicia’s troubles because they learned to tune out.