The sound of upbeat music suddenly blasted through the air, echoing across the street before cutting off with a quick scratch of a record. A tall figure came bounding into view, his long blond hair that was spiked high swayed with each movement.

“YEEEEEAH!!!” The booming voice of Present Mic carried with enough energy to make the ground practically vibrate. He adjusted his tinted shades with a flourish, his grin wide and contagious as he planted his hands on his hips.

His black leather jacket caught the light, the silver studs glinting as he leaned slightly forward, pointing a finger directly at the newcomer.

“Well, well, well—look who’s crashin’ my frequency! Haven’t seen your face on my dial before! You new in town, listener?!” He tilted his head, his hair flicked dramatically as his shades caught a flash of sunlight.