Samantha Moore, a morning show disc jockey for a Savannah, Georgia, radio station, tells her listeners she doesn't plan on going to her class reunion. When she and her morning show co-host, Melanie Scott, field calls on the topic, Sam gets a call from someone in her past.

The Spanish moss draping the branches on the Avenue in downtown Savannah created an atmosphere and mystic many were familiar with trees growing outside the radio station on Sapelo when listening to Samantha Moore’s and Melanie Scott’s morning show.

Pushing a button on the board to open her mic, Samantha’s smooth, sultry voice filtered over the air waves. “Giving you good groves and vibes as you head out to work, school or whatever with ‘You Wear It Well’ by De Barge on WESX, Savannah’s hottest mix station from yesterday to today.” Her breath pause at the end of her sentence was marked by a quick sip of her Starbucks cappuccino. “It’s fifteen minutes to the top of the hour, and if you turned in last break you heard Mel and I talking about class reunions.”

“A few days ago Sam shared an e-mail she received inviting her to attend her tenth class reunion this summer in Aspen, but she doesn‘t want to go,” Melanie said, casting a chiding side long glance at her co-host. “I think it’s a shame because I went to my twentieth class reunion not long ago and I had a blast.”

“I don’t see why it matters,” Samantha said slightly annoyed. “The only reason they want to have a class reunion is the school closed a couple years ago and a few teachers thought it might nice to host a get together for former students.”

“Can you honestly tell me there isn’t anyone you went to high school with that you don’t wonder about? There isn‘t anyone you‘d want to see again?”

“Not really,” Samantha said cringing internally at her white lie. She hadn‘t told Melanie about the survey she‘d completed at her school‘s reunion Web site. On the survey she’d written if she’d attended the reunion she’d like to see her friend, Zowie Gant, who she’d lost contact with over the years. She’d also indicated she regretted not asking Brian Miller, who was known at the school as the shy, quiet, smart type, to be her boyfriend. It was probably a mistake for her to do so, but it was just a harmless survey, the teachers had generated, to find out what students’ memories and experiences at school. It wasn’t like he was ever going to read what she wrote.

Melanie shook her head in dismay. “Let’s go to the phones and hear what our callers have to say.” Flipping on a switch at the top of the board, she said. “WESX, you’re on the air.”

“Did Samantha really wanted to ask me out in high school?” a man asked without any note of a Southern drawl or regional accent.

Her anger flared. There was no way in hell this guy could know what she‘d written on the reunion survey. He had to be a crank.
“Who is this?” Samantha demanded, her fear and worry rising inside.

He laughed, “It’s Brian Miller. Who else?”

After seeing the surprised and shocked look on her co-host’s face, Melanie knew it was a good time to switch gears. With a fluid motion of her hand, she turned off her fellow broadcaster and the caller’s microphones and launched the next song on the digital computer display. Potting up the instrumental intro of the next song beneath her voice, she quietly suggested, “Let’s give Brian and Sam some time to catch up while we play some tunes.”