The listeners exchanged looks between each other, having no clue what was going on. Pauses did happen in the past when there were 'technique issues' or mistakes made by the hosts, but tonight was different.
The owner of the house who was in charge of the radio was a magic apprentice sent by the Congress of Magic, responsible for promoting radios and taking in listeners, and now the corner of his lips on his serious-looking face curled up slightly, as he knew what was going on: Obviously, the director of the programme never told Mr. Felipe in advance that he would be asked to talk about pubertal development. Cold and short-tempered as Mr. Felipe, it was no wonder that he would react like this.
Hiss… the electric current noise cut off the programme. Before the middle-aged man decided to tune the radio again, Nightingale's sweet voice returned,