Bb Fm - the Melody of the Bribery

BB FM : The Melody of The Bribery

It’s 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 country’s 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, he’s one of those people that artists from the music industry would like to befriend with. He’s 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.

It’s a familiar face; he’s 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 company’s roster, one of them is a new band in the country’s 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.

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 Sujadi’s table. The words were simple, the label guy is wondering whether The Bungling’s songs might somehow make it into the air. It’s 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