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out during the fall of his junior year, especially over something as stupid as this prank, Kiki was afraid he might kill himself.
    â€œI confess that I can’t think of any reason why you might choose such a dubious method of self-promotion.”
    â€œUm, right,” Franklin said, glancing at Kiki to make sure he had understood Dr. Eckhart. “I mean, we’ve got promoters and stuff. And everyone here has already heard us play.”
    Dr. Eckhart stared at each of them silently for almost a minute. Kiki wondered if she and the boys would be Dr. Eckhart’s slaves before school every morning for the next month, or something even worse. Finally, the principal spoke.
    â€œYou’re quite correct, Franklin. So what do you imagine was the offender’s motivation?”
    â€œWhat?”
    Mark rolled his eyes, forcing Kiki to stifle a laugh. She was a little giddy with relief. “She wants to know who did it, Franklin.”
    â€œOh! Just a groupie,” Franklin said, tossing back his hair and sliding lower in his chair. “I’ve got to get those girls in line.”
    Dr. Eckhart raised a pair of brows so white they were almost invisible. “For every female student I’ve fined for Temporary Insanity bumper stickers, I have fined three of their male classmates. Kiki, do you have any idea which of your fans might have tampered with my public address system?”
    â€œNot really.” Kiki shrugged and tried to look unconcerned, but her mind was racing, trying to decide which of her fans might be responsible. She thought Dr. Eckhart was probably right: this didn’t seem like fangirl behavior. Girls tried to get Franklin’s attention by giving him kudos on MySpace and dancing next to the stage at shows. Kiki couldn’t imagine one of them deciding to impress Franklin by hacking the PA system. She also had a hard time believing that any of them were smart enough to pull it off.
    Mark interrupted her thoughts by saying, “Franklin’s right. It’s more likely to be a girl. Kiki doesn’t really have her own fans. Our guy fans are fans of the band, not Kiki specifically.”
    â€œExcuse me?” Kiki said, not sounding half as mad as she felt. Or as hurt. “What would you know about that?”
    â€œI talked to that PR guy, Mike, about fan demographics,” Mark explained mildly, as if he hadn’t just insulted her. “He says that fans never key in on drummers. The guys who listen to the White Stripes aren’t listening because they like Meg. Think about it—no one’s ever into the drummer.”
    Kiki stared at Mark, too stunned to say a word. That was what he really thought? No wonder he’d never asked her out.
    â€œMaybe it’s that Katie girl,” Franklin said thoughtfully, working the fingers of his left hand as if he was doing chord progressions. He did that on the rare occasions when he tried to use his brain. “Katie Fulsome. She seems smart.”
    â€œYou only think she’s smart because she wears glasses,” Mark pointed out. He leaned forward in his seat. “I have no idea who it could be,” he told Dr. Eckhart.
    â€œThen I suppose you should go to class,” Dr. Eckhart said slowly. “However, if you should learn any facts related to this morning’s incident, I would like to hear about it.”
    â€œOf course!” Kiki promised. Mark nodded and Franklin added, “Sure thing.” Then they left the office as fast as they could without actually running.
    â€œYou don’t think Katie’s smart?” Franklin asked once they were in the hallway outside the office.
    â€œNo!” Kiki and Mark both growled.
    â€œHer bra size changes at every single show!” Mark said. “What’s your problem?” Franklin demanded.
    â€œMy problem is that one of your stupid fans got us in trouble with Dr. Eckhart. I need her to write recommendations,” Mark