"FWLS61" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)"There are people out there!" he said, pointing to the happy crowd, swarming over itself in an effort to... I'm not sure, but whatever it was they really wanted to do it. "Of course. It's called an audience. Okay, Franny, do Bite the Demon Pancreas while Jack and I get set up." "Check," she said, immediately launching into the horrific mishmash of samples. The speakers launched to life, the crowd wailing in appreciation. "DO YOU HAVE YOUR DRUM PROGRAM?" I asked Jack over the noise. "OF COURSE," he said, turning on his old computer. "I'VE GOT SOMETHING RESEMBLING WHAT WE DID LAST NIGHT PROGRAMMED. I JUST TAP A KEY AND IT GOES." "LUCKY. YOU GET THE EASY BIT. SHE'S ALMOST DONE. LET'S DO LEGO BRICKS NEXT." "WHATEVER," Jack said, keying up the sequence into his simple shareware drum synthesizer. Franny's Pancreatic exploration ended with the three random piano notes, sending the "Are gonna die?" Jack asked, able to talk over the lack of Franny's 'music'. "What makes you say that?" I asked, tuning up, or doing what I thought tuning up was. "They look a little rowdy." "Don't worry, they're okay guys. They probably just want to eat our livers so they can possess the healthy vitality our band possesses." "WHAT?" "Lego on three," I reminded him. "Three." He started the catchy beat (pop all the way, baby) and Franny quickly loaded her plastic-bonking and acid sizzle effects. I strummed the notes in something resembling the original order they came in. How'd the words go? Oh yeah... o/~ Mom burned all my motherf**king lego bricks o/~ |
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