They all stood, waiting anxiously. She looked around nervously. Nearby her she could see a hedgehog in a John Deere hat and a red yoshi, both staring concentratedly at the man at the podium.

A month ago she had heard that the mysterious organization that resided in the back of everyone's heads, an organization known only as Radio PSI, was recruiting members. No one could remember the last time this had occurred, and many of the younger citizens of Starmen.net had flocked to apply.

She was one of them. Three weeks ago she had turned in her application, and two weeks ago she heard a knock on her door. When she opened the door, she found a small white present with a note attached to it.

 "You have been selected to be examined tonight," the note stated. "Do not look for us. Take the present. -- Beta."

She opened the present, which was quite neatly held together with a red ribbon. Inside was, of all things, a headset. Headsets were an incredibly rare commodity in her hometown of #radioPSI, and, for that matter, most of Starmen.net. It was surprising that she was given one, and she was unsure as to why.

She picked up the headset, hesitantly for a moment, and then dropped it and the present box out of surprise. The split second she touched the metal arch, all feelings of nervousness were wiped from her mind. In that second, she was completely ready to face this examination. As the present and headset toppled to the floor, she returned to normal. Carefully, without touching the headset again, she scooped up the box and its contents and placed them onto a table.

She tried to keep the examination off her mind as she went about her day, and as the sun began to set she couldn't help but wonder if they were actually coming. Just that second, she heard another knock on her door.

She ran to the door and opened it quickly. A man in a suit with neatly combed black hair stood there. "Hello," he said, "I am DJ Punky Brewster. I am here to observe your tryout." He sounded not unlike someone reading a script for the first time.

"Hello, Mr. Punky Brewster, please come in," she replied, beckoning for him to enter her home.

"Please, just call me Brewster," he said, quickly, and in a much less flat voice. He sat down in a nearby chair. 

She followed him, sitting down across the table.

"I see you have gotten our package," he stated. On the table between them was the present, the ribbon lying next to it. She nodded.

Opening up his suitcase, DJ Brewster got out a clipboard. She spotted a similar headset before he closed it again.

"I'm ready to start this as soon as you are," Brewster said. He clicked a pen.

Hesitantly, she slid the present box towards herself. Carefully, she opened it, and gripped the headset as hard as she could so not to drop it again. The calm washed over her just as quickly as it did before. Her grip loosened, but the headset did not clatter to the ground. She smiled as she donned the headset. She felt like she was destined to do this, like she was doing this for all of her life; she knew exactly what do do next. "This is Radio PSI, and I'm going to have an excellent show for you tonight."

Everything blurred together after that. She felt happy, calm, and confident for the hour she wore the headset. Eventually, she felt a tap on her arm and was brought back to reality. Brewster was much closer to her than he was before, and looked panicked. "That's... that's enough, please." Almost reluctantly, she took off the headset and placed it back in the white box. Immediately after her hand left the headset, her heart felt as if it had fallen into her stomach; she had realized what the emotion on Brewster's face meant.

"Thank you for applying to join our members," Brewster said, quickly, standing up and heading towards the doors. "The announcements will be on-"

"I know when the announcements are going to be," she interrupted.

"I will see you then," Brewster replied, before leaving.

And there she stood, as anxious as ever. DJ Brewster sat second in the row, next to another DJ that she recognized due to his popularity and long hair.

She looked at those around her. As well as the hedgehog, she saw two men with beards that could only be described as epic, and an unfamiliar girl with short blond hair and glasses. Though #radioPSI was a large city, she recognized most of the crowd from when she first turned in her application.

The man at the podium cleared his throat. His voice was incredibly loud, although there were no microphones nor speakers in sight. Not even a headset.

"Hello," he started. "My name is DJ Dex, and I'd like to thank you for going out of your way to come here today."

She noted that he was suddenly wearing sunglasses. She clearly remembered him not wearing any only a moment ago.

"Though all of you had excellent resumes..." He paused to pull off his sunglasses. "Only three were chosen."

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

The song Won't Get Fooled Again started playing, startling most in the audience. Looking again, there were still no speakers in sight. The song began to fade after Dex looked behind him at the other DJs, and saw that several of them were not amused.

Dex sighed. "Well, without further ado, the new recruits are as follows:"

Before Dex could continue, a drumroll sounded. The DJs looked around, startled. She looked behind her to see one of the epic-bearded men grinning.

Dex waited until the drumroll stopped before continuing. "The new recruits are as follows:"

"Ranger..."

The blue hedgehog in the John Deere hat jumped, and walked onto the stage.

"Kame..."

A girl who had the air of a talk show host walked onto the stage.

"And Slice."

A man who was undeniably british also walked onto the stage.

The audience applauded. She was unsurprised that she didn't make it; after what happened that night--

She saw Brewster look at the DJ to his right, who nodded. He stood up, walked to Dex, and whispered something into his ear.

"I'm sorry, there's been an error. There were actually four who were chosen to join our fold. Last, and most definitely not least, the newest member of Radio PSI is..."

"Wilhelmina Carmel." Her heart skipped a beat.