[INNER DEXTER IS FANBOYING]
Name: Dexter Beaumont.
Parents: Alexander & Lydia Beaumont.
Love interest: Carmen Blanchard.
Hobbies: Sitting alone drinking wine and sobbing about his lack of social life.
Positive personality traits: Polite, kind, friendly, also looks like a cat. Cats are cool.
Negative personality traits: Insistent, big-headed, gullible.
Weapon of choice: Mic stand or quite literally anything he can throw in his booth.
Weak or strong physically: Weak.
Weak or strong mentally: Strong.
Selfish or selfless: Selfless.
Wolf or sheep: Sheep.
Something my muse is good at: Singing.
Something my muse is bad at: Socializing. He tries.
What my muse is described as mostly?: Strange.
Why my muse is detested?: He’s awfully insistent. Especially when it comes to getting something done to benefit his listeners.
Optimist, pessimist, realist, cynical or…: Optimist.
Picture of my muse:
Not yet, unfortunately.
…While I’m here,
Dexter doesn’t eat very much as he doesn’t always remember to keep himself fed, but when he does, he is extremely protective over his food and won’t share it with anyone. If anyone does manage to steal food from him he will become very upset and will have trouble trusting the thief in the future.
I sincerely apologize for my absence, my darling listeners. The studio was being repaired and I was not provided with the equipment to move my show somewhere more suitable. But, on with the show, I suppose. Hopefully there will be no more interruptions.
As always there is no weather forecast as the closest we get to having any kind of weather are the leaky pipes. I, personally, find this a blessing. I’ve always hated going outside, listeners. Especially when it was raining. Though… Not so long ago a pipe burst right above my head as I was on my way back from the studio and reminded me of how much I couldn’t stand the rain. Just my luck, hm?
It is a pleasure to be providing you all with entertainment once again. I have missed you so very much.
If you would like me to play a specific song, please, do not hesitate to give me a call.
Otherwise, good afternoon. It’s good to be back.
Carmen huffed. She could put up with quite a bit of this nonsense, but to be summoned over the radio? And then being told over and over about it on the way to the damn station? Nope. Her patience was gone. Still in her costume from work (because yes she did want to see Dexter when she heard his voice as she did every time she heard it over the airwaves) she walked into the station. Security didn’t deter her, knowing her face from their own visits to the Garden, and once she knew there was a record playing, she opened the door. “Dexter Beaumont, I ain’t no whore ya can summon over the damn radio!” The tiny dancer raged. “If yer tryin’ ta court me, this ain’t how ya do it!”
Dexter all but fell out of his chair in shock as the young woman shouted, his pale blue eyes widening in shock as he jumped to his feet. Forgetting that he had his headphones on, he swiftly moved toward Carmen, ripping the headphones from his head and almost pulling his setup on top of himself as he landed in a heap on the tiled floor.
"Carmen!" He exclaimed happily, quickly pulling himself to his feet and throwing his arms around her, completely oblivious to her anger. "I’ve missed you!"
If any of my listeners sees Carmen Blanchard on their travels tonight, would they be so kind as to send her my way?
I feel as though she is avoiding me…