Sheonlyheldoutherhand,voiitwasalmostft.
“Plugitba.”
Heseemedpletelyunfazedbyherexpressioossedthecablebatotheamp,thenpulledaflyerfromhispocket—crumpledfrombeingshovedaround—andsppeditontothenearbymusid.
“Twomonthsfromnow.NationalHighSchoolRockMusipetition.FinalsareinTainan.”Hiswordscamefast,urgent,edgedressurethatdidn’tallowrefusal.“Ourbassistbrokehishaerdaypyingbasketball.He’llbeinacastatleastthreemonths.He’tgetonstage.”
HestaredstraightintoCra’seyesbehindthelenses,inhaledonce—likehewasabouttomakeadecration.
“Everyoschoolknowsyou’rethestrobassistihgrade.Iwantyoutoesaveourband.Fillinforhimaonstage.”
Tainan?Twomonthsfromnow?
Cra’seyesswepttheflyer—*NationalPopurMusipetition*printedacrossit—andinthesameinstant,herairtightschedulefshedthroughhermind:MondayandWednesdaynightsinXimendingfightingEnglishary,FridaynightsphysianyangStreet,SaturdaysandSundaystrappedinmathaeraturehell,andMrs.Lin’ssharpeyesthatoppedtraghergrades.
Ifour-tatamiroom,justsqueezingmealmoneyandrehearsal-roomfeesoutofathinweeklyallowanceoffivehundreddolrsalreadyusedupeverystchipshehadfotiatingwithreality.
ApetitioninTainan?
Withasenior’sband?
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