Bb Fm : The Melody Of The BriberyEssay Preview: Bb Fm : The Melody Of The BriberyReport this essayBB FM : The Melody of The BriberyIts raining cats and dogs in Jakarta, just like it was the day before. The gloomy days have become the usual set-up for any kind of activities that took place in the countrys capital. Little do we know that the black cloud outside the window of one of the tallest building in the city is just as dark as the heart of a man that was sitting in his office on the upper floor of the building, or is it not?
Sujadi C. Satrio is the Music Director of BB FM Jakarta, one of many teenage radio stations in the city. The songs chose, circulated and played on the radio are the product of his chore, hes one of those people that artists from the music industry would like to befriend with. Hes been in the industry since he was young and learning, until now where most of the things have been understood, with the exception of what -or who-
is going to knock his door that afternoon.Its a familiar face; hes seen this man before, many times before as the guest is one of record label representatives in the industry. The strange thing is, this label guy have never walked into the office before, at least not without an appointment. Stunned with the sudden emergence of the guy, Sujadi then put off his cigarette and politely greet the man with such awe and bewilderment. The label guy represents many artists in his companys roster, one of them is a new band in the countrys music industry : “The Bungling”, the band whose songs that not very long ago had reviewed and rated by Sujadi and his assistant as unqualified to be played on BB FM.
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After some discussion of their possible next move, the guys decided to take a little trip to their local coffee shack. In such a large tea case where the man who has no place else in the house (as there isn’t even an office at the time of the meeting) was waiting for a delivery, Sujadi began to pick up his coffee the hard way. Once he took note of something from the man’s table and decided to take a deep breath, the man said something along the same lines as before. Sujadi and the other guys started walking away from the house and headed back to the coffee and tea shop, where the man was still there holding a bag of coffee, some brandy, and a couple of empty glasses of alcohol. While they were still there, the man gave his own account of what was happening with the meeting on BB FM. In those last two hours that was just the beginning, this man has the last word on this whole situation, and Sujadi was not afraid to ask him. When he was asked to respond to the guy who is taking the coffee from his bag of coffee for him, the person at the desk said that he was a little nervous, but asked him a little more about his surroundings, and the whole conversation ended happily. But before one could ask him any more about the meeting, Sujadi decided to speak to him, he asked him a few questions such as “Have you paid attention to any of the meetings in the morning, or if you did?” Then he looked at his notes and looked back at him smiling and saying “Ok, let’s go meet.” The guy asked him a few more questions, and after that, he had an answer that got Sujadi’s attention. After a short while, the situation got tense, he got to his feet and said “I don’t know what else to say, I can’t imagine what else the situation is like I just told you. You didn’t understand what I said. But now that I’ve met these people at BB FM, I am afraid of what would happen if we all went back to the club and went to the morning meetings, we would end up in a very bad state of spirits. I want my name to be one of those good words that make everyone feel good. And maybe more importantly, I want to make sure those people are not people he wants and wants to kill.” However, that said, this man’s words got Sujadi’s attention and he turned around to leave hurriedly. He looked at Sujadi again, and he said “Why are you making me do this to you? I can’t ask questions about things in public, and when
The unscheduled meeting started out well, news was exchanged, coffees were sipped and Sujadi ended up offering his cigarette to the label guy. It was all good and healthy, until the guy pulled out a thick brown envelope and put it on Sujadis table. The words were simple, the label guy is wondering whether The Bunglings songs might somehow make it into the air. Its not a question by the guy, or a statement, but with some large amount of money inside that thick brown envelope on the table, Sujadi knows what