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

awake on weekends; my body doesn't contemplate neural firing
before eleven AM. However, a phone call is a phone call and a
grapefruit isn't one, so I answered it.

"Greetings," the agent said. "Say, what're the names of the
band members? We need them for the album cover."

"Jack, Matt and Franny," I said. "Anything else?"

"Yeah. Go to the corner of Keister and Fifteenth. You have
a gig in six minutes," he said.

"Alright," I said, closing the connection. See? The
weekend wouldn't be dull at all. I checked my notebook again and
rang up Franny.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Keister and Fifteenth in six," I said. "First concert."

"Okay," she said, and cut the line. Jack, dial dial.

"What?" he asked.

"Keister and Fifteenth in six, we have a gig."

"A what?"

"A gig. A show. A time. A happenin' event. A concert."

"Ha ha, Matt."

"No joke. Our agent just phoned it in."

"SIX MINUTES?" he said. "But we haven't even gotten an
album out!"

"Apparently we have. The music industry moves fast, you
know. Gotta keep up with pop culture."

Jack considered this. "This is insane. This is completely
insane and I'm going along with it. I have no idea why. Okay,
I'll be there in six minutes."

"Five now," I corrected, tapping my watch.

"Then five!" he stomped, holoconnection fuzzing. "I'll be
there. We're going to be lynched on grounds of good taste, but
I'll go anyway. Call me self destructive."