Kitty and the Midnight Hour
Chapter One
I tossed my backpack in a corner of the studio and high fived Rodney
on his way out.
"Hey, Kitty, thanks again for taking the midnight shift," he said.
He'd started playing some third-generation grunge band that made my
hackles rise, but I smiled anyway.
"Happy to." "I noticed. You didn't used to like the late shift." He
was right. I'd gone positively nocturnal the last few months. I
shrugged. "Things change." "Well, take it easy."
Finally, I had the place to myself. I dimmed the lights so the
control board glowed, the dials and switches futuristic and
sinister. I pulled my blond hair into a ponytail. I was wearing
jeans and an oversized sweatshirt that had been through the wash too
many times. One of the nice things about the late shift at a radio
station was that I didn't have to look good for anybody.
I put on the headphones and sat back in the chair with its squeaky
wheels and torn upholstery. As soon as I could, I put on my music.
Bauhaus straight into the Pogues. That'd wake 'em up. To be a DJ was
to be God. I controlled the airwaves. To be a DJ at an alterna ... read full excerpt from: Kitty and The Midnight Hour ebook
