Slumped at the desk Cameron groaned when the producer chattered in his ear about going live in ten (10) seconds. The headset was snapped away from side of the head. That's when he caught the hand signals through the glass.

Eight. Seven. Six...

He was used to waking up predawn to be at the docks. This early after celebrating his new job was inhumane. There and then he committed to a lifestyle change.

Four. Three. Two.

Muffs slid back over ears and by the tone he knew the broadcast was now live.

"Happy hangover, Rhy'Din! Wait wait! Before you bash that snooze button into oblivion let me welcome you to an all new format here at One-Oh-Three point Seven. Pardon me if I sound a bit on the drunk side. Chances are I still am." He snickered into the microphone.

"It's a clear bright morning and no better way to introduce to you. Rhy'Din's newest, greatest rock 'n roll station. Can't go wrong with someone who grew up with the classics and has his finger on the pulse of the latest and greatest. If you want a mish-mash of everything. Sorry cupcake. We go loud, hard and fast here. Not in that order."

There's three seconds of silence before he's cackling like a goof.

"Ut-oh, folks. My producer just left the booth and he's walking over here. Better get some that wake up juice going while we exchange words. What better way to start the morning and this little pep talk with some Pantera?"

"Walk by those Cowboys from Hell. In your ear. Enjoy!"