Shock Radio – Part 2

“Hoookay,” Mike said.  “That’s bizarre.”

The door opened and three people in their late teens filed in, lead by Sandy Rey, KROK’s intern.  “Say hello to our contest winners, and your guests for the night.”

In the lead was a goth girl, with too much eye makeup and too little skin tone.  Behind her was a shaggy musician, cheap red Fender guitar strapped to his back.  The last was a hauty-looking girl, with long black hair and an air of authority.

“Hey, everybody, welcome,” Frankie said.  “Drop your stuff, and grab a chair and headphones, we’re going live in a couple of minutes.  When we go to the first song set, I’ll show you where you’ll be spending the rest of your evening…”

The guests did as they were requested as Sandy ducked out.

“Live in two,” Mike said.

“Okay, deal is we’re going to do introductions, then we’ll play some music.  We’ll chat some more, play some more music, like that.  Then we have a syndicates show that we play from 11:30 to 12:30, then we’re back with the usual stuff…’k?”

There were general nods of agreement. Mike counted in the show.

Frankie kicked off.  “Welcome back, I am Miss Frankie Shock, and tonight we’re gonna have a lot of fun, and maybe some frights!  We’re staying the night at Braedon Industrial Secondary, also known as the haunted schoolhouse.  And to have even more fun, we’ve invited three listeners to come join us for the night!  Let’s get the intros out of the way.”

She pointed to the goth girl.  “And we have with us…”

“Noir.  My name is Noir.  I’m sensitive, and can touch the other side.  I know when the spirits are here, with us.”

“Okay,” Frankie said, “welcome Noir…and next we have…”

The brunette was next.  “I’m Hillary, Hillary Henderson.  My dad’s the owner of Henderson Automotive?”

“And how did you win with KROK?”

“I didn’t actually.  Well, I did but it was a mistake.  I was actually trying to dial my mom’s boyfriend, but I got the wrong number, and got the station.  I don’t usually even listen to KROK.”

“Okay,” said Frankie.

“Oh but I have to ask,” Hillary continued, looking over at Noir.  “Aren’t you Jessie Kent?  Went to Bell High?  I think my friend dated your brother.”

Several emotions crossed Noir’s face, none of them happy.

“He always said his sister was bizarre.”

If anything Noir’s face paled further.  If looks could kill, hers would’ve been a several kiloton blast.

“Moving quickly to our final guest,” Frankie piped in, looking at the man on the end.

“I’m Cam.”

“Hi Cam, what brings you here tonight?”

“Um, I won.  I’m hoping to play a gig maybe?  I brought my guitar.  I thought it’d be fun to play for everyone.”

“Great, we’ll do that later,” Frankie said.  “Anything else to add?”

“Um,” he thought.  “You’re hot.  You’ve got like big boobs and stuff.  You’re way hotter than I thought you’d be.”

Frankie smiled.  “I’m gonna keep you after class young man.  I think you just became the teacher’s pet.”  She paused, and then, “We’ll be back after this, and after we play some Metric and more.  Keep it here on K-ROCK for all your faves…”

“And we’re out,” Mike said.  “Fifteen minutes, smoke if you got ‘em.”

Cam looked surprised.  “What?  Smoke?”

Frankie chimed in, “He was in the army.  But it doesn’t sound like a bad idea…”  She stood up.  “Okay, you three come with me.”  She lead the way into another classroom off the small room they were using as the studio.  Inside the desks had been moved away, a TV set up in the corner, a small table with some bags of chips and bottles of soda set up.

“Here’s where you’re gonna stay the night, when we’re not on air that is.  Munchies, TV, sleeping bags in the corner if you want to sleep…  Anyway, have fun, I’ll call you back on air when we start up again.”

“I gotta pee,” Cam said.

“Oh, down the hall, on the left.”

He left, guitar still on his back.

Hillary chimed in.  “He doesn’t seem terribly bright.”

Noir snorted. “Neither are you.”

“Listen Jessie…”

“No, you listen!  It’s NOIR.  Got it?  I don’t care if you’re a snooty bitch who’s daddy sells overpriced cars to morons.  Try that again and I’ll rip your eyes out.”

Hillary was cold as ice.  “Try it.”

Frankie moved between them.  “Both of you cool it.  Play nice tonight, or else I’ll make your lives hell.  Got it?”

Mike shouted from the booth.  “Yeah, at least get some mud and put on bikinis!”

“Screw you, ya pervert!” Hillary shouted back.

Frankie pointed at both of them.  “Chill.”  She returned to the booth, closed the door and lit up a cigarette.  “Mikey, burbon.”

It was going to be a long night.

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