Roxy
"Do you mind if..." Roy Dane bit his lower lip. The skinny teenager was trying vainly to get the attention of the Music Mart manager. In the throng of people jammed at the front counter, the boy was being too meek. He was going to have to suck it up and be a bit more bold. Roy took a deep breath and mustered up his courage. "Could I, like, put this flyer up on your bulletin board?" The redhead was practically shouting. The air stood excruciatingly still for a brief moment. ...