The Arkansas-Little Rock men's basketball team played a home game on the night after a pop concert was held in the same Little Rock arena. When the game was over, Rock stepped into a banquet hall and therein was introduced to two young women who apparently starred in the concert. Someone in the hall turned on an audio device that played one of the women's songs, and it was exactly the kind of contemporary music Rock liked most—a sort sung ever-so-slightly off-key, usually by women.
Rock estimated these singers were somewhere between twenty-five and thirty years old, both cute but of the emo ilk, with bright colors dyed into their hair and multiple tattoos. One of the two was clearly drunk, and she handed Rock a small plaque. It was an award, something like an Emmy, Rock assumed, and when he read it, he was surprised by the oddity of their first names. He saw that the drunk woman was named Myok and the other Shiebold and knew those names had to have been changed from whatever their birth names were. He turned to Myok and asked, "What does your mother think about that name?"
Myok laughed. "Not too much," she said. "In fact, I think she hates it."
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