Caller 3: Sharee
"Hey, Mike..." a young womans voice greeted.
"Hey, wha *scree* y*pooreeet* name?" Mike was interrupted by some heavy static.
"Excuse me? Come again?" the woman sounded confused.
"I said *screeeee* *fiizzt* your *crackle*?" Mike repeated, but it didn't work any better this time.
"Ehm, Donny? I'm having some mic trouble here!" Mike shouted.
"Mic trouble?" came the answer, " Aww, but Mikey, I just fixed 'em !"
"I know...they're acting up again," Mike said, "now come on, I'm on live broadcast here!"
Don appeared in the doorway with his toolbox. "Always at your service," he said ironically.
Mike grinned widely. " Appreciate it, bro. I'm gonna go take a leak, ok? And I have to get somethin' to eat--"
"Waitaminute," Don held up a hand, " what if someone calls?"
"Then you pick up the phone and entertain them as best as you can," Mike blinked innocently.
Don groaned and sat down in the office chair. " By the way--somebody's already called...some woman, dunno if she's still on but--check if she's still there, okay?" now Mike was jumping up and down, cause he needed to go to the bathroom so bad.
"Allright, allright," Don sighed, " now go to the bathroom before you burst,"
Don followed the cords to the mic and the headset, and saw that there
where some tiring on them here and there.
"Just needs some tape, that's all" Don mumbled to himself and picked
up the thick, black tape from his toolbox.
Then he saw that the plug had almost gone out of the socket. "No wonder,
the way they're always jumping around," he said and plugged it better in.
"Hello?" a young woman said.
Don looked over his shoulder, but he didn't see Mike, so he sighed, flicked the mic on and answered her. " Yeah, 'ello...this is um, Mike's show--Don speaking, since Mike is kinda preoccupied for the moment,"
"Finally..." the yound woman sighed impatiently, " well, anyway, I'd like to make a request now,"
"Yeah, go ahead," Don nodded.
"I'm in the mood for some Queen. It's a Kind of Magic."
"Heh… good choice. From Highlander, yeah? Queen sound really good with an amplified surround sound stereo system too," Don sat up in his chair. "Oh, um, what's your name and where are you from?"
"Sharee. From Indiana."
"Cool! Ever since I boosted the power and made some connections with
other radio stations, we've been getting
calls from all over!" Don exclaimed.
"Yeah, it's like the Open House Party, but better!" Sharee agreed.
Mike came back with a couple of Mountain Dews and a bag of chips.
Don looked his way and bit his lip. "Okay, we'll get some Queen on for ya."
"Thanks." Sharee said, "Oh, and hey, just wanna say, I really like what
you do and
who you are. You're "a kind of magic"... an inspiration to me."
"I am...?" Don frowned. He'd never been on the show before, and wasn't familar with this.
"Yeah. Don't let the other turtles take you for granted all the time.. y'know."
Donny mouthed the word 'huh?' in awe.
"Don? You there?" Sharee asked.
Don cleared his throat and gripped the mic. "Yeah, I'm here...well, anyway, ehm, give my love to all the people in Indiana and, um, here's 'It's A Kind Of Magic',"
Don put the record on and then turned to face Mike.
Mike was crunching on a chip and didn't look up before Don had been
staring at him for a good while. Don shot him a questioning look, but he
only raised his eyeridges.
"Oh, I didn't tell you about today's topic, did I? 'Life As A Mutant Turtle'?"
Don just shook his head at him. "No, can't remember that you did,"
"Well--" Mike began, " there was this chick from Norway who called us-- she was our first caller, by the way-- and asked what life as turtle was like. Of course we were kinda surprised, but I talked Raph into making a topic about it and all...then another broad called and she seemed to know that we are turtles, too--and after a while Raph flipped out because he got so pissed off and suspicious and everything he said went live because Klunk stepped on the control board and--"
"What? You let a cat on the controls? Do you know how much damage cat hairs will do to the system--" Don scolded him.
"Don, have you been listening or not? People know about us. Didn't you hear anything of my show?" Mike grabbed his shoulders.
"Yeah, I heard 'Bohemian Rhapsody' and I heard that Raph was yelling something, but he always does that--"
Mike let go of his shoulders and listened to the song. "Another Queen fan?"
The last note of the song went dead and the red button flashed. Mike picked up the mic and planted his ass on the chair.
"Looks like we have another caller..." Mike said and glanced up at Don, " Wanna join, Don?"
"Sure," Don nodded slowly, " this might actually get interesting..."