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

"You're Jack and I'm Matt," I said. "I don't see much of a
difference. Ah, doughnuts! Sweet sugar delight. Want one?"

"I'm never going to understand you," Jack said, shaking his
head. "Let's just get on with this."

"One sec," I said, pushing the guitar along the strap so I
could carry the doughnut tray. I wobbled along, under the weight
of superior baked goods, to the stage, Jack following. The crowd
cheered, which is perfectly acceptable behavior for crowds.

"Anybody want a doughnut?" I asked the crowd. They cheered
Yet! Again! So I plucked two jellies off the tray for me 'n
Franny and tossed the rest into the crowd. They cheerfully dove
for the doughnuts, getting into a brawl over who could have one.

"Alright, Lego on one," I said. "Three."

*

"I think the crowd wants more," Jack said.

"We don't have any more," I replied. "Just four songs, one
of which is more like performance art. Sorry folks! That's
all!"

The crowd groaned, and shuffled off, dejected.

"Hey, don't go away mad," I said. "Anybody want more
doughnuts?"

Within five minutes, the stadium was empty. Everybody left.
Probably had sitcoms back home to watch.

"Hey, kids," the agent said, climbing on stage. "Sorry,
show's over. You're fired."

"What?" Jack asked.

"Hey, out with the old, in with the new," Mr. Agent Man
said. "Oppression stays on the musical beat. When the beat
moves on, we do. We've had some fun, yeah? It's been real. See
ya."

"But we've only started!" Jack protested. "You can't cut us
off like that!"

"Of course I can. Happens all the time in C'atel. You're
just finished. The buyers bought, liked and moved on. You've
still got the cash, right? So no problem. Although we would