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

Pancreas for them while Jack and I ponder life's many mysteries."

"Okay," she said, plugging up her keyboard and walking on
stage. The crowd exploded in rolling waves of applause, shouts
and pledges of undying obedience to Franny.

"This may be ridiculous, but it's the most fun I've ever
had," Jack noted, booting up his computer. "I'm a star. Wow.
I'm actually famous. I've got a serious bank account and I'm
recognized on the street."

"Me too," I said. "Some girl bumped into me around
lunchtime and offered her body to me if I'd do the Invisible Box
routine for her."

"Did you?" Jack asked.

"No. I wasn't done my hamburger."

"Man, you had someone pledging to sleep with you and you
passed?" Jack asked. "Matt! Buddy! You're not getting the full
picture. We're stars! We're hot items! We can have the world
be our oyster, get big houses and cars and women and anything."

"I just want a doughnut," I said, remembering Franny's
earlier suggestion. "Do they have a pastry table back here? I
figure I could polish off a jelly before Franny's done her
number."

"She's done now," Jack said, as the infamous three notes
sounded and the crowd boosted total volume.

"Oh. Okay, one second," I said, walking around the curtain
and approaching Franny.

"Franster? Could you extend the Pancreas a bit? I'm going
to look for a doughnut," I asked.

"Okay. Save one for me," she said, launching into the
Pancreatic Remix. I ignored the cheers and headed backstage.

"A doughnut?" Jack asked. "All you want is a doughnut?"

"I'm hungry," I said. "Ergo, I desire pastry. What's wrong
with that?"

"You've got no sense of the big picture," Jack said. "I
mean, you're still in Thursday. Thursday, we were nobodies.
We're SOMEONE now."