“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…”