I walked around the station, preparing everything. It wouldn't be long before we came on air. I had finally done it! I had saved up enough allowence money to finally build a radio station. This was totally awesome! I made sure everything was in tip-top condition. I couldn't wait untill this was all ready. Then, I turned on the tv. The news reporter said "In exactly one minute, this young girl's radio station will come live, on air!" A picture of me popped up on the screen. "Twelve year old Megan Trast worked for 6 months, and after that, saved up the money to build this radio station!" A small picture of the station appeared. I smiled proudly to myself. I had even saved up enough for a tv commercial too. This was going to be the most awesome thing I had ever done! Little did I know what kind of trouble THIS was going to bring me. I waited and waited for the minute to pass. It seemed like forever, untill a buzzer in the station finally sounded off. I smiled. 'Time to play the recording!' I thought. My heart felt as if it were going to leap out of my chest, as I hit "Play" on my computer. "Hi, you're listening to Trast12 Radio! I'm fairly new at this, so if I make a mistake, gimme a break! On this new station, we will be broadcasting whatever songs you request. We've got Country, HipHop, Rap, Pop, and anything else you can think of! Just call 1-760-333-0976 with your request, and we'll play it for you! Once again that number is 1-760-333-0976. Right now, we have a country song, it's called 'Whiskey Lullaby.' Enjoy!" The recording stopped, and I quickly hit "Play" on my playlist. That playlist was full of announcements and songs, so I wouldn't be having to update a million times in order to keep the station running. Everything was going smoothly. I heard my cell phone ring, and I picked it up. "Hi, Trast12!" I said, quickly. "Megan?" Was what I heard. It was my friend, Devin. "Oh, hey Devin, what's up?" I asked. "Nothing, you?" He asked. I smiled. "Devin, tune your radio in to 89.3" I said, simply. The song ended, and a recording of my voice came on. "Quickly!" I urged. "I don't like country." He insisted. I sighed. "No, Devin, it's not country, just do it!" I insisted. He finally gave in, and I heard his radio come on. I heard a thumping sound come from the other end. "Devin?" I asked. "I'm ok! I dropped the phone, sorry!" he said. I smiled again. This was a day for smiling. "That's fine." I said. "Just fine." Stay tuned! More coming up later.