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with bums like Stuart.Ф

With a lurch and a rumble of drumheads, they pulled in the
driveнway of ChesterТs. Even in the dark, its bits of Tudor
architecture were unconvincing. The bar rush that hit every all-night
restaurant was in full force; they had to wait for a table. When they
got one, they ordered coffee and tea.

УSo, are you going to start a band?Ф

Eddi slumped in her seat. УOh God, Carla. ItТs such a crappy way
to make a living. You work and work, and you end up playing cover
tunes in the Dew Drop Inn where all the guys slow-dance with their
hands in their girlfriendsТ back pockets.Ф

УSo you donТt do that kind of band.Ф

УWhat kind do you do?Ф

Their order arrived, and Carla dunked a tea bag with great
concenнtration. УOriginals,Ф she said at last. УAbsolutely new, on-
the-edge stuff. Very high class. Only play the good venues.Ф

Eddi stared at her. УMaybe I should just go over to Control Data
and apply for a job as Chairman of the Board.Ф

Carla looked out the window. УListen. You donТt become a bar
band and work your way up from there. There is no up from there.
ItТs a dead end. All you can become is the worldТs best bar band.Ф

Eddi sighed. УI donТt want a new band. I want to be a normal
person.Ф

CarlaТs dark eyes were very wide. УOh,Ф she said.

УHey,Ф Eddi smiled limply, УitТs not like you to miss a straight line.Ф

УToo easy,Ф Carla said with a shrug. Then she shook her head and
made her black hair fly, and seemed to shake off her sorrow as
well. УGive it time. You donТt remember how awful it is being
normal.Ф

УNot as awful as being in InKline Plain.Ф

УOh, worse,Ф said Carla solemnly. УThey make you sit at a desk all
day and eat vending machine donuts, and your butt gets
humongous.Ф

УNow that,Ф Eddi said, Уis a job I can handle.Ф