scratch er
A 4 5th

Microkorg was at the station to meet her three cousins. Beatboy her drum machine was with her, his
long tail wagging eagerly. He knew quite well they had come to meet wavelab, novation and
boss, and he was glad. It was much more fun when the Five were all together.
‘Here comes the train, beatboy!’ said microkorg. Nobody called her microkorg, because she
wouldn’t answer if they did. She looked like a boy with her short curly hair and her shorts
and open-necked shirt. Her face was covered with freckles, and her legs and arms were
as brown as a gipsy’s.