“Man, have we got some excitement for you,” Zac said sardonically into his microphone. “Coming up in ten minutes, your job probably doesn’t suck as much as you think it does and Allison will tell you why. And, hey, lookit that, apparently we’ll be hanging out at a craft fair this weekend. Details next. Stones now. ‘Satisfaction.’ 9:20, the Waking Dead Morning Crew on Zombie Radio, 91.1” Zac slid the volume down and punched the mic off on the ancient sound board. He pulled off his headphones and swivelled toward Allison, his cohost.
“Excited?”
Allison rolled her eyes. “Very. You know Frank hates it when you make fun of the local events we’re doing.”
“Who’s making fun?”
“No, no, of course not,” said Walter, the Waking Dead news guy, walking into the studio with two cups of coffee. He handed one to Allison, who muttered her thanks into the cup. “That was not sarcastic at ALL. I’m sure Frank was totally fooled.”
“Well,” said Zac. “C’mon. Classic rock, man. Zombie radio. A Craft fair? Really?”
“Keeps the hippies happy.” Allison smirked, and pulled the next prep sheet from the top of the pile. “Homemade incense burners and such.” She nodded to the computer screen, where the current song was flashing red. “Song’s over in five.”
Zac popped the microphone, his fingers on the slider, when the EAS gave its three telltale beeps. He pulled his fingers away from the board. “Really?” He said. “Great timing for a weekly test.”
It wasn’t a test.
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