[video=youtube;sjyEguwo3ew]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjyEguwo3ew&feature=related[/video] "We're here live on Channel 9, WDEN, North Detroit, Detroit's Station for the Nation. I'm Kathy MacAllure and, here with me, is co-anchor Brent Warden. Afternoon, Brent." "Afternoon, Kathy. This afternoon we learn that the band named 'Cloud And Out' have not been seen since their concert 2 days ago. Approximately 210 people attended the concert expecting to hear their most highly praised single 'Dawn And Dusk'. The gross estimated amount they made that night was $3,932, including concessions. A good amount, but not good enough for the real cost of the concert." "Yes, Brent. Word went out the next morning that 168 teens perished in their sleep, all of them having went to the concert the night before. Girls and boys of every age were found by parents, friends, and lovers, lying in their beds and not moving. Most still remained in the same attire as the night before, others managed to change. The ultimate suspect in the deaths of all of these teens has been the band themselves, yet, word has spread that the band members have not been seen once exiting the stage." "Correct. Makeup artists, lights and sounds techs, and managers have said that they have not heard of the 4 band members: Jason Shaw, the vocalist. Brandon Toris, the Guitarist. Tucker Burnett, the Bassist. Gene Helms, the Drummer. The authorities have been to each of their houses with warrants, but none of them have been home or seen by their families. Suspicions have risen that the band may have slipped something in the drinks of the teens while they were enjoying the festivities of Cloud And Out's music." "However, that does not speak for the 42 teens that remained untouched by whatever the 168 victims perished from. Autopsies were given but nothing out of the ordinary was found. Only alcohol, nicotine, and other food items, which would not cause death at all. Its the mystery massacre of the nation. We implore that all who may know anything about the concert should contact your local police station. Until then, we are keeping a close watch out for the generation of teens in Detroit." "In other breaking news, Kathy, Senator Riley Gorks is resigning his position. Sources say that financial and economic degrading..." 6:04PM, TUESDAY, JULY 21st, 2009 "Turn that mess off. That's why we have newspapers. Besides, Cooking with Rachel Ray is on." Megan didn't know if she should have taken the manager seriously or continue to stare at the woman as if she were speaking some foreign language. The large woman huffed her red-painted lips, swinging her large and grotesque face towards Megan in a scowl which did nothing for her crow's feet. By 'grotesque', Megan meant the makeup that she had forced to look at the entire day. Manager Marne was looking less like a woman and more like an abstract painting everyday, and not a good one either. "What channel?" "12, girl. You should know this by now. You've been here how long?" Rhetorical questions were Marne's specialty. Megan had a strategy for the questions. She would wait exactly 3 seconds before Marne said something else. The woman apparently liked answering her own rhetorical questions, the first step to a mental breakdown. "2 years and you don't even know what station Rachel Ray plays on?" "Harper, did you get that Machiatto order or did you want me to grab it?" "Are you ignoring me?" "No, mam. I just assumed you already answered your question for me." Before she could get in any trouble or be forced to pick Marne's jaw off of the floor, she slid between a table where two women were sitting with their Macs on, not saying a word to one another. Megan promised herself that she would never get that desperate for company. What was the point of going out with your friend if you were going to be staring at a screen the entire time? This was why she was happy she and Harper worked together. That way, she would have company and be making money. "Was that a yay or a nay, Harper?"she called again, walking behind the counter to peer in the back room, the Break Room. A gust of wind from a high powered fan hit her face and her messy ponytail held tight to it's name, strands poking out of by the nape of her neck. There was no point fighting with it. The shop would be closed in 3 hours anyway, but she planned on leaving early. Hopefully Marne would have been calmed down by then after watching a show that taught her absolutely nothing but how to smile in front of a camera. Still, even Megan didn't want to hear about the news about Cloud And Out. That was a boat that she would sail in the next hours, as if she hadn't been mulling over it all day. "Harrrrrper."she chimed again.