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

"They aren't. For that, they'll need to buy the video," I
said, pulling my camcorder out from under the bed. "Okay, what
do we do for costumes?"

"That's it, I'm leaving," Jack said, collapsing the archaic
two-dimensional screen of his computer. "Audio okay, video no.
That's ridiculous. I mean, what if someone was going to see this
stuff?"

"We'd be heralded as musical gods who speak with the voice
of our generation, of course," I piped in with, smiling.

"Cool," Franny admitted.

"No, we'd be laughingstocks. I'd like to graduate with my
reputation intact."

"Okay, no live video," I said. "Animation is good. I'm
thinking something along the lines of a massive war between these
anthropomorphic enema bags and a group of flightless waterfowl."

"My cousin owns a penguin," Franny said. "We could borrow
it for the shoot."

"That'll work. Jack, could you run down to the drugstore
and pick up fifteen or so enema kits?"

"No!" he said. "Could you imagine the looks I'd get?
FIFTEEN enema kits? Ugh!"

"Jack, whatever happened to your spirit of adventure?" I
asked. "Heck, I remember a time in elementary school when we
formed a small dictatorship around the tree in the playground.
We had a charter, rules, and even public executions, at least
until it was time for math and we had to go back inside. That
was fun."

"That was childish," he said. "And so is this. If you'll
excuse me, there's a special on Yttia I really wanted to watch on
HV."

KNOCK KNOCK

"Probably our recording agent now," I said. "He heard us
through my window and just had to meed the music gods."

"Uh-huh," Jack said, slumping into his chair.

I opened the door, and a man in an expensive suit peeked in.