"Is anybody out there? Flip your porch lights on and off if you can hear me," said Mike, just as he did every time he started his radio show. He looked out the garage window but did not see any lights flashing. He was starting to think that spending his savings on an FM radio transmitter and starting his own radio station was a bad idea. Just as he was about to sit down and go into his first song, he saw the light at Ben's house flip on and off. He assumed that the light bulb was going out. Most people would give up on a radio station that had zero listeners, one host, and a range of two square miles, but not Mike. He liked it too much. Sometimes he would broadcast a prerecorded show so that he could listen to himself on the radio. The next day, as Mike flipped through the CDs at a local music store, Ben walked up and said, "So, why don't you play more classic country music?" Mike was stunned. He could not believe it. Somebody was listening to his show. "Well," he responded, "I, uh, don't really like country music." "I do," responded Ben, "and so do a lot of other people. I'm sure they'd like to hear me play it on your radio station." "I don't know . . . " Mike said, trailing off. The radio station was his, and only his. He wasn't comfortable with other people coming in. He was afraid that they would try to change things. He tried convincing Ben that he would not like having his own show, saying, "I'm sure you have a lot of great music, but I don't think you'd be happy playing it for a nonexistent audience." "Your audience might not be nonexistent if you would broadcast your show at the same time each week. If we both did shows, we could broadcast them back-to-back on the same day. That way, people would know when to tune in." The following Saturday, Mike and Ben did their first back-to-back broadcast. As soon as Ben's show ended, Chrissy, who had a portable radio in her hand, knocked on the garage door. When Mike opened the door, she stepped in the garage and said, "Your station is a boys' club. Y'all need to play songs by girls. We're listening, too!" The following week, Chrissy started her own show, "The Girls' Club," and began promoting the station on her MySpace page. After that, Mike's mom began doing a weekly update of community news. After a few weeks of broadcasting a full schedule of shows, Mike realized that he finally had the radio station he always wanted. His garage and the airwaves were full of different ideas and good music. He knew he could not have done it without the friends and family members who gathered around him. Everybody in the garage fell silent as he began his show. "Is anybody out there?" he said into the microphone. "Flip your porch lights on and off if you can hear me." He looked out the garage window and saw every porch light on his street flashing.