Chapter Fifteen
A bomb in the building? A shiver rippled my skin into hard little bumps and set my hair on end. My eyes and mouth opened wide in horrified disbelief. I clasped my hands on my headphones, ready to tear them off and dash for the exit, but first I looked to Marly for her reaction.
“Hey, a bomb threat.” She laughed. “Haven’t had one of those in months. The homophobes are at it again.” Then in a mock-authoritative voice, she intoned, “This is a test of the emergency broadcast system. If this had been a real emergency…we would have had to break open the champagne I keep hidden in my locker. Woo-hoo! Thanks, everyone, for a great show. Talk to you tomorrow—same time, same place—and if I’m hungover, you’ll know I drank that champagne all by myself.”
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