“We’re back again!” Kayla said into the microphone as the tech crew rolled the curtains back. She stopped to pick up her flute on its stand.
“Hey, Kayla!” Gerald yelled through his hands cupped around his mouth. “Why don’t you tell us about yourself?”
Kayla squinted over the crowd and saw him and Sarah sitting in a booth next to Earl and Marion at a table. Other audible agreements were heard followed by short loud whistles.
“Well,” Kayla started as she cleared her throat. “Originally I’m from San Diego but I grew up here on Lunar-2.”
“School?” Another person mumbled.
Kayla leaned forward at barely hearing the question coming from the back row. She held out her ear toward the audience.
“What school did you graduate from?” the guy repeated louder.
“Oh, what school?” Kayla asked as the
