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“And you’re it?”
I study her face and find only earnest interest, not disdain or incredulity over my grand ambitions. “I don’t know if I’m going to find a song like Hallelujah by Cohen or a classic by the Beatles or make a record as incredible as Outkast but I want to try. That’s all I want to do.”
“You want to change the collective consciousness of people when it comes to music,” she muses thoughtfully. “You want to...Facebook Myspace.”
See, pretentious but, holy fuck, she gets it. “Something like that. It’s easy to make a hit, Landry. So much harder to last.”
“And now?”
“I think it’s going to last.”
“Because you know things.”
“I know things.”
Like I know that Davis is a special kind of talent. Like I know you’re a special kind of person.
“I know things,” I repeat.
Chapter Fifteen
Adam
Tour Stop: Austin
“Do you guys think those two were sisters?” Rudd asks, stumbling out of his bunk and down the aisle.
Ian looks up from his cards to stare at our bassist. “No. No one thinks they were sisters.”
“But they said they were. Why would they lie about that?”
“Maybe because you said, ‘Are you sisters? I’ve always wanted to have a threesome with sisters.’” I toss in a pack of gum and order Ian to deal me two more. We don’t play for money. Money always has a way of fucking things up.
So when we do play cards it’s for small shit like gum or mints or cigarettes. Currently the kitty holds two packs of Trident, a joint, and a small package of Oreos. I want those Oreos. The two cards Ian sends my way are perfect.
“I definitely didn’t say that. Who wants to have a threesome with sisters?” Rudd scoffs, apparently not remembering what he said the other night while drunk. He rummages around the kitchen for something to eat. “That’s incest-ish.”
“Ish?” Ian asks.
That’s the correct question. I eye the Oreos. What’s the punishment for stealing from the kitty?
Ian lays down his four threes.
I toss my cards at him. “Motherfucker. I had an ace-high full house.”
“You had your eye on these cookies, didn’t you?” He gloats, pulling the kitty to his side of the table.
“You know I did. Where’d you get them, anyway?”
“Part of my goodie bag that Berry packed for me.”
Ian can be such a fucking smug bastard at times. I pick up the cards and shuffle while Ian directs his attention back to Rudd.
“Yeah, as long as the sisters don’t touch, there’s no incest,” Rudd explains. “It’s in the dictionary, bros. Look it up.”
I grin. “I didn’t realize you knew what a dictionary was, let alone how to look anything up.”
“Fuck you, man. I can use my phone as well as anyone.” He pulls his mobile out of his pocket. “Siri, what’s the definition of incest?”
