Seashell Secrets XIII

What was he going to do? Lon wanted to tell Gar about his revelation. He needed to tell him soon. They had graduated, would be going on tour and might have experiences on the road. Gar had to know that he was gay. Man!

Gar was making out with Lully. Couldn’t the guy stick to a decision? Now, she would be hanging around again and that made for trouble. He didn’t mind Lully, but she distracted Gar from the music. Well, she was supposed to be a musician, too.

“You should have one,” Paul said with a little piece of sandwich in his mouth. “They’re like liver or something.”

“Dude, that’s disgusting,” said Lon.

“What?” asked Paul.

“It’s like a bull’s internal organ. It’s the one used to process food, eliminating the waste from what the bull eats. It’s gross,” said Lon.

“It’s got iron,” said Paul. “Are you like a vegetarian or something?”

“Whatever. Did you tell Gar that we were going to play a party?” asked Lon.

“Yeah. This one,” said Paul, eating another little sandwich.

“Are you insane? We don’t have our gear,” said Lon. He grabbed his hair and slapped his thigh. Paul smiled and nodded happily.

“Yeah. Yeah. And so what?” he answered. “We’re going to borrow the house gear and, well, your sticks are in Gar’s car, right?”

“Paul,” Lon thought that he was going to blow a vein.

“Right?” Paul said and put a hand on the drummer’s shoulder.

“Yes. I have the sticks in the car,” he said. Lon started to smile, considering the opportunity.

“We’re going to do this, man,” said Paul. Lon and Paul put their foreheads together and snarled. Lon thought that this might work. They gave each other slaps and headed towards Gar.

“Ok, I told him,” Paul said to Gar.

“There is no way that I am going to get up on that stage with you in front of these people. There’s like over two hundred people here and we’ve never practiced together,” said Lully.

“Say what? Her? On stage with us? Oh no,” said Lon.

“My thoughts exactly,” said Lully.

“Come on, babe. You can totally do this. You know the guitar chords. You just match them with a fifth or an octave on the keys and you’ll be great. The songs are all originals so they won’t be able to tell if we screw up,” said Gar.

“Unless she hits a bad note,” said Lon.

“She won’t,” said her Dad.

“This is it. You like Yes, right?” asked Paul.

“I am not Rick Wakeman,” she said.

“Right,” said Lon.

“Dude, shut up!” yelled Paul and Gar simultaneously.

“You’re on in 10 minutes,” said Alexander.

“Let me talk to my daughter,” said her Dad.

Lully and her Dad walked a little past the throng of teens towards a small dark area near a tree. Lully crossed her arms and frowned.

“Remember when you were 10 and had to play softball in the yard with your friends?” he asked.

“Yes,” answered Lully.

“You did not want to do it because you couldn’t seem to catch a ball and you had never been able to hit the ball. What happened?” said her Dad.

“That’s different,” cried Lully. She was thinking of all of the ways that she could screw up a performance.

“Oh really? You made a home run. Didn’t you?” continued her Dad.

“Yes. But there weren’t hundreds of people watching,” she said.

“It’s the music that you’re for, not the people. You are playing for all of the other musicians who have touched the keys before you, you are playing for the band and you are playing for you. But the best part is that you are playing! It’s fun,” he said. He coaxed her to smile. Lully wondered how on earth she would do this, then she thought about the joy in it. She smiled.

Five minutes later, they were on stage. It was really a raised platform that had probably been rented for the party. Lully stood behind the Korg and looked at Lon. She would have to follow his beat closely. Lully remembered some of the songs. For a brief instant, she thought about having a small shot of rum. She laughed because the music started with the four clicks of Lon’s sticks.

She listened to the patterns in the rock. There were four beats to a measure. Sometimes, the band’s members would stop to allow one of them to solo. Lon had an intense drum solo that reminded Lully of some world beat wonder. It was incredible. She stopped to let him shine, then she came in with a run right on the beat.

Paul and Gar sang in harmony, perfectly blending their voices together. Lully watched the guitars and made sure that she was hitting octaves and fifths that supported. She was so grateful for those harmony lessons!

Then, Gar and Paul looked at her and Paul started a bass line. She knew that it was her turn to solo. She came in on the beat and played a set of harmonic minor scale patterns in time with Paul and Lon. Gar followed with his guitar, his own solo after hers. The crowd went wild.

Gar said something about the war. Lon was drinking from a bottle of water. Paul walked towards Lully and told her that this song would be in G, smiled at her and said that this was a new song. He went to tell Lon who was nervous about it.

Gar turned back to Lon. He nodded and started the riff. It was a slow and steady anthem. Why were they fighting in the desert, he asked in the lyrics. He talked about oil and burning fires spewing toxicity into the air. He talked about civilian deaths and power struggles. Soon, the song was over.

“The song is over, but the war rages on,” said Gar. Everyone was quiet. Lully’s Dad started to clap first. Then, it was just an incredible outpouring of screaming, whooping and clapping. The band knew that something had just happened. Big Marky and Sori yelled for their friends.


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