“Come on, Kenzie!” Cara grasps my hand and pulls me up before the DJ even finishes his announcement.

“Thank you,” Nicholas mouths to me as I’m being yanked away.

“So what do we have to do?” I ask as we wait off to the side of the small stage.

“Nothing really. When the DJ announces your name, you walk onto the stage while he tells the audience about your wonderful qualities—“

“What qualities?”

“Oh you’ll see,” she giggles. “He makes up stuff about each one of us… you know: languages spoken, our careers and so on.  Then he opens the bidding until the highest bidder is announced—“

“Wait, so they’re...