"FWLS61" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

eye at the crowd. "With THEM around us?"

"Shorted," Franny said, as the air crackled with ozone. She
dropped the two wires she had tangled and nodded to me to
continue.

"Alright. Invisible Box," I said, making mime motions in
the air. The crowd loved it, trying to pattern this new dance.

I took a deep breath and jumped into the crowd, landing on
top of the pulsating mosh pit.

*

"Did you see when he was doing mime while being passed
around..."

"I had legos when I was a kid, I really miss 'em...
*sniff*..."

"That Franny can really play!"

"Yeah! I almost achieved orgasm when she hit the end of 'I
Bite the Demon Pancreas'!"

"I've got to get the album!"

"I NEED the album!"

"They seem happy," I noted, pulling my head back in from the
gap in the curtains, shutting off the crowd conversation. Jack
was shaking his head, dazed.

"They liked it," Jack said. "They're buying the 'album'.
They're actually paying good money for it. Why, Matt?"

"They like it. You said it yourself. If you like the music
you buy the album. Maybe we'll get to do that video after all."

"This has been the most surreal weekend I've ever had," Jack
said. "Last night I was goofing around on a computer program and
now I'm a musician sensation. This feels so funky."

"Cool," Franny repeated from earlier. A fanboy slid up to
her, having sneaked by the backstage guards.

"Franny? Can you sign my head?" he asked, pulling his hair
back from the scalp. "Your samples speak to me in ways that no
mortal being can."