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

like to sign Franny on solo. When can you make it to the
studio?"

"Not doing anything tomorrow," she said, shrugging. "How
about lunchtime? Will you have any doughnuts?"

"FRANNY?" Jack exclaimed. "But she just makes noise... we
make art!"

"Art is subjective. Franny, if you'll come this way, I've
got a contract. How'd you feel about having your name legally
changed to 'Angst'?"

"Okay," she said, following the Agent.

Jack was dumbfounded. I munched away on my dessert, not
really concerned.

"We're over? Finis? Just like that?" Jack asked.

"Yup. We killed some time, made a few credits and
entertained the masses. All in all, not a bad weekend, eh Jacky
boy?"

"But the money! The fame! The music! The band!"

"Short-lived but enjoyable. Like most of our weekend
escapades. I wonder if I can get some bonus points in guitar
class for this. It'd help my grade."

"I was hoping for more," Jack said, turning off his
computer.

"You were? On friday, you thought it was a waste of time."

"It was!"

"Well, one man's waste is another man's excrement. Take it
in stride, Jack. Silly is good and we were exceptionally silly
this weekend. From could-bes to has-beens in a day. You can't
find enjoyment like that growing on trees. You've got the money
anyway, right?"

"No," Jack admitted. "I figured I'd be really cool and buy
one expensive new car with each album... I've barely got enough
to make a phone call now."

"Live and learn," I said. "Come on, let's go home."

"You know, we never did name the band," Jack said, walking