"Bull,.Emma.-.War.For.The.Oaks" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bull Emma)

They were still dancing. The band was together and tight at last,
and Eddi felt as if sheТd done it all herself in a burst of goddesslike
musical electricity.

Then she saw the man standing at the edge of the dance floor. His
walnut-stain skin seemed too dark for his features. He wore his hair
smoothed back, except for a couple of escaped curls on his
forehead. His eyes were large and slanted upward under thick
arched brows; his nose was narrow and slightly aquiline. He wore a
long dark coat with the collar up, and a gleaming white scarf that
reflected the stage lights into his face. When she looked at him, he
met her eyes boldly and grinned.

Eddi snagged the microphone, took the one step toward him that
she had room for, and sang the last verse at him.



IТve seen the way you look away

When you think I might see,

You say I scare you sillyЧ

ThatТs reacting sensibly.

Why should people look at you

When they could look at me?



It was Eddi who had to turn away, and the last chorus was
delivered to the dancers. The man had met her look with a silent
challenge that made her skin prickle. His sloping eyes had been
full of reflected lights in colors that shone nowhere in the room.

She almost missed CarlaТs neat segue into the next song. She
nailed down her first guitar chord barely in time, and caught StuartТs
scowl out of the corner of her eye.

Eddi had wanted to close with something rambunctious, something
the audience would like yet that would allow Eddi and Carla to
respect themselves in the morning. Carla had hit upon ZZ TopТs
УCheap Sunнglasses.Ф Halfway into it, with a shower of sparks and
a vile smell, the ancient power amp for the PA dropped dead.

As the microphones failed, StuartТs vocals disappeared tinnily
under the sound of guitars and bass and CarlaТs drums. Stuart,
never at his best in the face of adversity, lost his temper. He