I can’t wait to see Akira.”
There’s another reason summer rocks: our marathons. Last year we did Hitchcock, Battlestar Galactica, and Clint Eastwood films.
In my room, I turn the radio on to 91.5, The Devil. Just as I’m propping myself up on my bed with my laptop, Logan’s show starts.
“Welcome to the very first broadcast of Logan’s Show of Awesome,” he says, and I giggle. I can’t believe it, but his voice sounds even better coming through my speakers. There’s just nothing to compare it to. It is what it is: delicious.
“You’re in for a treat, people. Logan, that’s me, will be on every night this summer from seven to nine, bringing you the most spectacular, mind-blowing fantasticness you’ve ever heard. And I want you to share your fantasticness with me. So give me a call.” When he rattles off the number, I program it into my phone.
“To get things going, here’s a song that’s been stuck in my head all day.”
Familiar hard strumming of a guitar begins. I reach for my phone out of habit, but it’s not ringing. My mouth drops open, and I stare at the stereo.
Yep, that’s my ringtone, the first song played on Logan’s Show of Awesome. I’m full-on smiling by the end of it.
“All right, let’s see if we have a caller with some awesomeness to share. Ben? What? Oh, no callers yet. Well, that’s okay, they’re probably just stunned by the amazingness of that last song.” He sounded sad when he asked Ben, whoever that is, about callers.
Maybe I should call in. I could disguise my voice like I did the other day at The Phoenix. But that’s a stupid idea. I wasn’t fooling anyone then, and I wouldn’t fool anyone now. And just me calling in isn’t going to fix much. One caller does not a hit show make.
No, I have a much better idea.
I turn on my laptop as the next song begins. I’ve never heard this one, but I’m liking it. I pull up every social network I’m on. There are about five, all with the same group of friends except one I call my nerd circle. It’s made up of people across the country who aren’t scaredy cats about expressing their love of all things geeky like I am.
On each site I post the same message:
Just stumbled across the most awesome radio show on the local college station. Turn to 91.5 NOW! Sooo cool!
This is the perfect way to return the favor Logan did for me without him knowing it and without anyone finding out about my little secret. I just hope it works.
And it does. By the middle of the show, Logan is bantering back and forth with callers.
“Wow, a shoe sale at the mall in Alexandria? Fifty percent off! I don’t know who Jimmy Choo is, but he sounds amazing, Megan.”
“I don’t watch To Be a Teenager, but that episode sounds nuts, Melissa. I’ll have to start DVRing it.” And on and on he went.
Mostly, the callers are girls my age, which makes sense because they’re the majority of my friends on those websites.
“Can I get your real phone number?” a girl named Capri asks, and I frown at the radio. That was a little forward. And who names their kid after a pair of pants? Might as well just call her “Stirrup” or “Bootcut.”
“Oh, I… That’s nice of you to ask, but I shouldn’t give it out over the air,” Logan says.
“I can wait for commer—” Capri’s voice cuts off.
“Oops, looks like we lost you, Capri, sorry. Anyway, here’s another song.”
I laugh like a cartoon villain at that as I check my posts again. Everyone’s commenting with stuff like, “I love this song he’s playing right now!” and, “He sounds so cute!”
I’ve done a good deed…I think.
My phone rings for real this time. It’s Terra, and I know what she wants—an update on the Allison Blair concert. There’s still ten minutes left of Logan’s show, so I mute my phone, feeling like a horrible person for not answering.
“Well, that’s the end of the show, everybody. And what a great one it was, too. I have to tell you I’ve had pretty much the best day ever, and I have a feeling someone out there helped make it that way. She probably doesn’t want me to say her name on air, but I am going to say thanks. Thanks, Wonderful Wendy.”
My stomach flutters. He has to be talking about me. Wonderful Wendy was the name of a five-issue