I actually observed the other DJs for about a month before they worked out a new schedule to make room for me to broadcast. I went on for two hours between Simon's morning show and Dave's afternoon show.

On my first day, the Count showed me into a studio. "You know how everything works, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, girl. Knock 'em dead." I grinned and put on my headphones.

At the end of his shift, Simon, who had become my best friend, announced me. "Now, here for her broadcasting debut is a very fine girl by the name of Chelsea. She will be between me and Dr. Dave from now on, and I want my listeners to give her a chance. She's really a great girl, and I think..."

I hit a button, activating my mike and interrupted playfully, "Alright, Simon, I'm a great girl, now get out."

He grinned at me through the glass wall that separated all the studios. "With no more ado, Chelsea."

"Good morning, Great Britain! How are we this fine day? If you're rocking strong, have I got a song for you!" I flipped the switch on the record player and All Day and All of the Night started. I glanced out the window to the general observation area. Simon gave me a thumbs up and grinned. I returned them and then immersed myself in my new job.

At the end of my shift, I gave a little closing speech before passing it on to Dave. "Well, my friends, it is time for me to pass my throne to the court doctor. I do hope I haven't bored anyone to death, and I shall be right back here tomorrow, same time. Peace!"

Dave waved at me from his studio and immediately went into his broadcast. I smiled and exited only to find myself in a throng of people cheering for me. "You did wonderfully!" Simon cried.

I laughed and accepted his hug. "Thank you, Simon. But, unfortunately, it doesn't really matter what you say. It's all up to the listeners."

"I think they'll love you. You were quite funny, you had a very good balance of commentary and music, and I think people will be able to relate to you."

"Really?"

"Absolutely!" the Count jumped in. "I listened to your whole show. I laughed a few times, and I wasn't even drunk."

I snorted. "That's reassuring, Count. Thanks."

He grinned. "You're very welcome."

"You need a witty name," Simon said.

"Yeah, Chelsea is a little plain compared with the Count and Simple Simon and Midnight Mark," I said. "Should it be something with another C word? Chillin' Chelsea? No, that's too lame."

The Count shrugged. "It's no worse than Simple Simon."

Simon just kind of stared at him, and I laughed. Quietly, from the corner, Kevin said, "Well, you have a rather ample...bosom. You could be Chesty Chelsea."

We all turned and stared at him. Finally, I just couldn't hold the guffaw in any longer. I busted out laughing. The Count followed suit while Simon just shook his head and smiled. Kevin shrugged and grinned. When I could manage it, I told him, "Kevin, that was actually kind of clever, and simply because you had enough grasp of your senses to come up with it, I'm not going to be offended." The Count just continued to cackle. "Well done, Kevin. Truly, well done. Now, is there a dictionary on this boat? I need to look for a good name!"

We headed to the living room and rummaged through all the books to find the singular dictionary on board. I plopped down on the couch and Simon sat next to me while the Count went to get a beer. I flipped through the CH- pages looking for ideas. "How about Chancy Chelsea?" Simon said.

"Are you out of your mind?" Count asked.

"I thought it would be ok!"

I interrupted, "I could follow in your footsteps, Count. Chancellor Chelsea."

He grimaced. "I think Chancellor might be a higher rank than Count, and I'm sorry, but I can't allow that."

"Ugh. That one was actually pretty good!"

"I'm sorry!"

"No, you're not," I muttered as I stuck my nose back in the book. I flipped another page. "What about Cheeky Chelsea."

"Well, that's not bad!" Simon said. "You're plenty cheeky. You proved that this morning."

The Count took a sip of beer and nodded. "I like it."

Quentin chose that moment to enter the room. "What do you like?"

"Cheeky Chelsea as her DJ name."

He nodded. "I think it's fine. From what I've seen, it fits you well." I grinned and nodded sarcastically, while he gave me a quick salute and left.

"Wonderful! You are now an official Radio Rock DJ!" Simon said happily.

Felicity applauded from where she was cooking supper in the kitchen. "Thanks, Felicity," I called. "Now we just pray the people like me."

I don't suppose I need to mention that I became quite popular. Popular enough that Quentin decided I could stay on for a while. I was still the temporary exception to his rule, but I was a part of the Radio Rock family, and it felt good.