prologue

you've just got home from your sunday night shift. you feel exhausted so you go straight to bed. you say your prayers to the god of POP. "thank you lord, that i don't have to work tomorrow" you whisper so He doesn't hear this last part. amen.
you are in bed now but you can't sleep. your mind is too busy. you need to unwind so you switch on the radio. all you want is a good old song to lull you to sleep. you just don't know that the last POP song of the night has already been broadcasted. strange things are about to happen, but you are not aware.
you hear static noises as if you were changing stations, followed by a song you're not familiar with. you check the frequency and wonder what the hell is going on. for once you don't recognize the song that is playing. you are afraid. very afraid.
you look at the clock: it's 3:33 AM. you feel a rush down your spine. you want to change the station but the radio button is stuck. panic starts. you try to cover your ears but you're not quick enough. it's too late now. smooth luscious sounds have already found their way into your mind, body and soul. your ears feel warm and cold at the same time. your body sweats - you know you could be arrested for this.


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