Wow. Who’d have thought? I stuff my hands into my pockets and get this little jolt when my fingers find the five-dollar bill, the one from the fridge at home. I put it in my pocket when I got home last night. I glance at Rowan and notice she’s expecting an answer.
“Looking at my shoes means what, exactly?”
“Well, how many people take the time to really look at things? You go below the surface, Jay. That’s where the important stuff in life happens.”
I stare at her and she waits patiently. I like this about her, maybe more than anything else. She’s not in a hurry. I don’t want to disappoint her and tell her I hardly ever look at my shoes. Instead I take my hand from my pocket and hold up the bill, show it to Rowan. “See this?”
“Yeah.”
“Well this. This is something. It’s meant to go somewhere.”
“Is that a fact?” she says.
“It is. It’s a fact. It goes with a pair of shoes, to take you places.”
Her eyes narrow and she studies me closely. “What places?”
“I don’t know. Any place you want.”
“Special places?” she asks.
I shrug. “How can you tell if a place is special when you haven’t even been there yet? Sometimes you have to take chances.”
Her lips curve into that little half smile and I’m dying to know what’s going through her head. She says, “I’d like to get to know you better too, Jay.”
I stand there and blink. Huh? I’m talking about going places and she comes up with that smile and says she wants to get to know me? And then, just like that, it’s all clear. The only place I really want to go right now is closer to Rowan. Funny how that can happen. Two people talking about two different things, but it’s really the same thing if you look at it the right way.
I stare down at the bill in my hand and say, “There are all kinds of trips, right? “ Then I hold my hand above my head, letting the bill flutter in the strengthening wind. I let it go and the wind takes it into the water. I see it briefly on the crest of a wave before it disappears below the surface.
Rowan says, “That was strange.”
I say, “Why?”
She says, “Because I thought that was for that coffee you promised me and you just had a funny way of getting around to it. What exactly have we been talking about here, Jay?”
Man.
“Oh, you know. You were right. I’m just abnormal.”
“Oh really?“ She gets that wicked gleam I’ve seen before, steps sideways and stomps her foot into a tidal pool. Salt water splashes all over me.
“Hey!”
“Gotcha!” she laughs and takes off running.
Of course I chase her. I catch her too and give back as good as I got. By the time we’re done we’re both soaked, and I haven’t felt so good in a long time.
Chapter Fourteen
Kel, Cia and me are in the garage. It’s our first time getting together since the battle and it’s been a couple of weeks. So far, we’re just sitting around, pretending that we’re tuning up.
“So,” I say.
“Yeah,” says Cia.
“Guess who I saw?” Kel asks.
I bite. “Who?”
“Amy. She’s working at the new donut joint. Wearing one of those brown dresses.”
“No way.” I try to picture Amy in the donut dress and it doesn’t look good.
“Yeah. She pretended she didn’t see me so I went along with that. But I heard she sort of needs the money.”
Cia grins. “Couldn’t be for a certain guitar she needs to pay off, could it?”
“Hey,” Kel says, “could be.”
We laugh but not too loud. It’s okay that Amy is putting things right, but somewhere in there I guess we feel sorry for her too. It must suck to be so dumb. But who knows? Maybe after this she’ll be smarter. Maybe Amy will know who Amy really is. Or at least she could be figuring it out. Like me.
But what I need to know just now is if The Lunar Ticks know who they are. As in, do we still exist?
“So,” I say again. I pluck a string on my guitar, let the sound fade. “What do you think?”
They know what I mean. “Well,” Kel says. “I think we were pretty good last time.”
“Yeah,” Cia agrees, “we were. Just not quite as good as some of the competition.”
“That’s how I see it too. The question is, will we ever be as good?”
We look at each other. It’s down to this. Is it time to call it quits? Or do we still share the dream?
Kel’s the first one to speak. “The Fender is still at the music store.”
“And final exams are over,” Cia says.
Kel and I stare at her.
“Well,” she splutters, “they are.”
I nod. “So what you’re saying is it’s too soon to give up? We’ve got some time?”
“More than that,” Cia says. “We’ve got us. And the music.”
“For sure,” Kel says. “We just gotta keep paying our dues.”
A warm flash of excitement pulses through me. It’s still there. I want to do this. “All right then! So, do you wanna hear some new lyrics?”
They grin and lean forward. “Bring it on,” Kel says.
“It’s called ‘Spying on the World’...”
I went out and hid
There in the dark
Tried to look through your eyes
Feel with your heart.
I felt so cold
Like a guy in a lab
Experience,
I wanted you bad.
But here I am
Still just me
Skimming the surface
Won’t let me be free
Spying on the world
Living like a fly
Feeding on the crap
Will never take me high
So I’m gonna live
Every day, all the time
And I’m gonna be
Just fine. Just fine.
It’s all gonna be
Just fine.
Kel is thoughtful for a while. Then he says, “I like the line about the fly feeding on the crap. My science teacher told us about flies. He said we should keep flies off our food because of what they do. They land on the food and then they barf on it. I think that’s to kinda soften it up. Then they walk around in the barf, stirring things up. Finally they eat. Then they poop on the food before they leave.”
Cia and I need a moment to consider this information.
“Gross!” Cia decides.
“Yeah, man. That’s disgusting,” I say.
Kel shrugs. “So? That’s the way it is.”
I nod. “Okay. I can live with that. Reality as it happens.”
“Too right,” Kel agrees. He looks at Cia and they smile. Do Rowan and I look that connected when we smile at each other?
“So do you wanna work on this number with me?” I ask. “Get the music part happening?”
“What are you saying?” Cia asks.
“I’m saying that I can’t come up with the tune on my own. Got any ideas? Like, what kind of rhythm do we want here? What’s the bass going to do?”
Cia’s eyes light up and she grabs her sticks. “How about this?” She lays out a pattern, settles down and picks up a beat.
“Yeah. I like that. It feels right. Kel?”
Kel gets intense. He drops his head, closes his eyes, starts false. Then he finds the groove to match Cia. He goes farther and comes up with a sweet undertone. He’s echoing Cia, but the bass is alive, making music.
I can feel the grin coming on before it breaks out on my face. “Cool! That sounds good. Real good.”
“Jump in any time, Jay,” Cia says.
And I do. I connect with the strings and the whole wide world is busy making music.
This is K.L. Denman’s first novel. She lives in Vancouver, British Columbia.
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