Kenya Hamilton<br/><br/>"And that, listeners, was another ancient Jazz song to open today's show on Radio One-Eleven. *plays a jingle*. You know the drill people, requests are welcome, we are located next to the theatre on First Level. My name is Kenya Hamilton and we'll be providing you of your daily dose of music." *plays another jingle*<br/><br/>Kenya started another song and then stood up from her chair and opened the door to the studio. It was located in a small shop building because at first nobody planned to have a radio station inside the vaults. The window was mostly covered with the white letters saying Radio 1-11. It was a small room with one big desk at the window with all the radio equipment and in the other corner a lounge area for guests or visitors. Three plants and loads of music made the room look cozy.<br/><br/>(http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r240/YulesRo/Radio1-11Studio.jpg)<br/><br/><br/>Usually she didn't have guests as all the people of importance had already been interviewed a hundred times but her studio was open to everybody who wanted to visit her during work. Last week, another DJ had quit the job so right now she was the only one running the radio station. Not that she did mind, although it left her with less time to get her hobby practiced. Stealing small things and sneaking around the vault at night, trying to be undetected for as much as she could.<br/><br/>When she had opened the door she made herself something to drink and searched the shelves for some music she wanted to play today, knowing that every now and then people would walk into the studio doing the same thing to help her run a full day's show.